Sings in a yell, things ’bout a spell,
loud as a klaxon horn.
It’s a voodoo-like story he tells
in booming oral form.
For screaming he had quite a yen.
Decibels loud as bells
that ring in the state of Bill Penn.
Much louder than Jacques Brel.

Sings ’bout a spell, louder than hell,
in a very ear-splitting yell.

Sings ’bout a spell, sings it pell-mell.
Tells his girl that “You’re mine!”
On her he puts a spell.
Just giving her a line?
“I put a spell on you”
is the screaming refrain.
“Best stop the things you do!”
You’re risking otic pain.

Sings ’bout a spell; he cannot quell
his so very ear-splitting yell.

But, must he yell to cast a spell?
I guess that’s just the way
he “croons”; gotta say, it ain’t mell-
ifluous…like a bray.
After he has gotten a start,
an aural storm’s released;
eardrums are blown; they’re torn apart.
And your otic nerve’s deceased.

Now, to hear well, go where they sell
aids made to swell up decibels.