Brain-storming, habit-forming, battle-warning, weary winsome actor, spewing spineless chilling lines

The critics falling over to tell themselves he's boring
And really not an awful lot of fun

But who the hell can he be when he's never had V.D.
And he doesn't even sit on toilet seats?

Court-jesting, never-resting he must be very cunning
To a__ume an air of dignity

And bless us all with his oratory prowess,
His lame-brained antics and his jumping in the air.

And every night his act's the same,
and so it must be all a game of chess he's playing

"But you're wrong, Steve; you see, it's only solitaire."

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