He stumbled and he rumbled,
he fumbled and he humbled
and he did it all drunk as a monk.
He sailed and he failed,
he smiled and he beguiled,
but above all he worth-our-while’d.
O, how he made us genuflect
As he broke his guitar’s neck
And took over our cassette deck.
How helpless he made us feel
As our brains he did steal:
That genius, hid behind a yellow peel.
He assaulted us with a flower
And furry-legged fe-male power
And made us awestruck Spiders cower.
He did reflect and he did tease
Brought critics to their knees
(Though,
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