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Once there was a man whose head
Produced a voice like a blanket of lead
And when he'd start to coment
A thousand thoughts would suffocate
And once there was a man who stood
He nailed his feet into the wood
And when you try to circumscribe
You can't get past his distribe
One way, my way
What I say goes
My opinion is fact
And if you react
Then it's going to come to blows
Once there was a man whose fist
Hung from his tongue
Like a hideous cist
And now ideas might conflict
Were beaten up by his retorict
One way, my way
What I say goes
My opinion is fact
And if you react
Then it's going to come to blows