My awards go jingle, jangle, jingle.
As I go strutting pompously along.
Oh I see youíve only got a single,
If you think that Iíll talk to you, youíre wrong!
Oh Iím a peer,
Yes Iím a peer.
If you donít outrank me donít come near.
But if you do,
Yes if you do,
And you give me something, I love you.
Oh thereís the Queen.
Yes thereís the Queen.
Iíll run up to her ass and lick it clean.
And thereís the King.
Yes thereís the King.
Let me put my lips around his thing.
And thereís the Dukes.
Yes thereís the Dukes.
Iíll go fawn upon them Ďtill they puke.
And thereís the Earls.
Yes thereís the Earls.
But we mighty peers donít talk to churls.
Iíve got a leaf.
A laurel too.
If you donít have one, then fuck you.
Iíve got the QOG,
And Iíll be an Arts King when I can.
Oh I donít fight.
Or come to blows.
But if I did I would be the best God knows.
Iíll take a shield.
Iíll take a sword.
When just touching them will get awards.
At the grand march,
Now donít forget.
Announce my name and then half the alphabet.
My greatest joy:
Titles and name,
Take heralds half an hour to declaim.
Awards arenít cheap.
Buzz off you creep.
Thereís no more room at the top of the heap.
Now Iíve got mine,
ĎTis my design.
To make all you bozos stand in line.
This is from the second folio of Gerhardt von Nordflammen. © 1984, Lawrence Hyink III
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