Eulogy

Pray for the body and the eggplant
Which is the calling card
The mighty coat-of-arms
Of our exalted majesty
So gracious
So serene
So majestic
When he got it up
How glorious he was
He can rule like any fool
While he snorkels in your gene pool
Got a scepter with a great big knob
That can handle any job
Baron of lost innocence
Elegantly insolent
Duke of all debauchery
God of voyeurs and delinquency
Now he’s on his death bed
Could be his liver
Could be the gout
Could be the clap, clap, clap, clap it out
Quack doctors crowd him till he can’t breathe
Denied coverage by his insurance company
Smack doctor shoot him with a giant syringe
That overdose was his last binge
Pray for the body and the eggplant
Which is the calling card
The mighty coat-of-arms
Of our exalted majesty