THEY CALL ME THE ZIG-ZAG MAN

[Colin Combover in a ComaParticipant 5183]

I’m a round peg in a square hole
I’ve been told I’m an arsehole

Is it because I’m bald,
That I don’t fit in
Perhaps I should wear a hat made of tin

I get berated when I write ditties
I get slated when I delight in crackheads titties

Oh woe is everyone, going on and on
Get out the violin and,
While your at it
Follow you’re master
Chop it off, and put it in the waste-bin

I wasn’t birthed the normal way
I came out from where it turns on the gays

I’m a chicken that doesn’t fly straight
I’ll be sticking it up the Pope when I die
At hells gate

I’m not like the masses
I like big fat saggy asses
That expel spaghetti gasses

My best mates Jimmy Jelly
He played the leading role in
FULL MENTAL STRAIGHT JACKET
On the telly

I don’t care what people think
Their sh*t still stinks
I run around and around
Back to where I started
With permanent shin-splints

I swing from the ugly tree
I sing at the Christmas orifice bukkake

I don’t take any charade
I drink the cool-AIDS
From the pussy brigade

I’m like a caged lion
I was repeatedly hit over the head as a kid with an iron

I’m my cities laughing stock
I don’t want any pities because I’ve lost my locks

I’m a smoking barrel about to explode
No matter how many crackheads kiss me
I’ll always be a toad

I’m not a season
I’ll never change
There’s no reason
To be other than deranged

Simple folk, with simple minds
That pimple is more original
On their behind

Excuse me if you could be so kind, and
Leave me be if you can
You won’t beat me
I’M THE ZIG-ZAG MAN

I sing at

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