Guy’s just mad…mounds o’ cash gone:
in thousands, one-twenty.
Guy’s just mad…mounds o’ swag gone,
but he’s still got plenty.

Ya call that fellow well. No!
(Quite right, he.*)
Ya call that fellow well. No!!
(Not right, he.)
Ya call that fellow well. No!!

Guy’s just mad, but not foaming
at the mouth currently.
Guy’s just mad and now owning
fruit rot for one-twenty.

Ya call that fellow well. No.
Ya call that fellow well. No.
(Not right, he.)
For how much did it sell? Whoa!!

Scored high on IQ test; why
does he now act so ill?
Scored high, so why did he buy
rotten fruit for big bills?

Ya call that fellow well. No.
(Not right, he.)
Ya call that fellow well. No.
(Not right, he.)
Head must be full of Jell-O

Ephemeral banana
is gonna rot away in just days.
Mentally, he’s bananas;
he is f**cking nuts, to use a phrase.

Ya call that fellow well. No.
(not right, he.)
Hollow head full of Jell-O
(Dendrite-free)
At the moon he’ll soon bellow.



*he: Marshall McLuhan, author of this immortal quote: “Art is anything you can get away with.”