Mr. Wilson (for Robert)

ESL - August, 2006 - March, 2007

 

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Oh, Mr. Wilson is an Irishman

The like you'll find in no other land

And Mr. Wilson is a holy man

But you cannot call him a reverand.

 

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He's a Pope, he's a dope, he's like soap-on-a-rope

He's a winner, he's grinner, he's a fake Berliner

He is mod, he is God, he's a pea-in-a-pod

But the phrase that fits him best ... er

            why he's a cosmic jester

 

And Mr. Wilson's not your everyman,

He gets the devil by the balls with either hand,

Yeah Mr. Wilson is a wicked man,

But to non-believers he's a real Godsend.

 

He's a smoke, he's a joke, he's a chicken choke,

He's a bastard, served with custard, he's all alabaster,

He's a bookie, king of nookie, let us have another cookie,

But the phrase that fits him best ... er

            why he's a cosmic jester

 

And Mr. Wilson's gotta date with God

They gonna look at each other and sometimes nod,

They will wink, they will shrug, and have little to say,

'Cause they can read each other like a cow reads hay!

HEY!!

 

He's a man, I'm his fan, and my name is Stan,

He's superman I'm superfan then and my name be Dan,

He's a mount I'm a count and what's in a name anyway,

But the phrase that fits him best ... er

            why he's a cosmic jester

 

Copyright 2006/2007 Ernest Samuel Llime. All Rights Reserved.