Nobody has
No, no, no
No, nobody has
No, no, no
Nobody has
Done more for us
Than Don of Some
No, no, no
Nobody has
Done more for us
Than Don of Some
No, no, no
Nobody has done
More for us
Than, oh no, Don of Some
No, no, no, no
Don of Some, my son
That even late in life
You could still be
When you were truly young at heart
Swinging bats at Cunningham Park
In the shadow of Creedmoor’s stare
Did you ever think that you’d be where
Man, person, woman, camera, TV’s dare
To ask the people if anyone cares
About anything but affordability
Done, done, Don
None of us
No, no, not one of us
To my knowledge
Not one of us has ever told you
What you are really dealing with
How would you know? How could you know?
Sensations of invincibility is part of the disease
Hypothetically, the best narcissists be atheists too
Even if day to day
Send prayers like wishes, fade away
You’ll never actually hear them pray
And here’s to all the humble, well-intentioned sociopaths
Dropping elbows, taking bows, climbing on the others’ backs
There’s a darker side of ego getting joy from others’ hurt
And some can’t help but savor all the relish they’ve been dealt
Nobody has
No, no, no
No, nobody has
No, no, no
Nobody has
Done more for us
Than Don of Some
No, no, no
Nobody has
Done more for us
Than Don of Some
No, no, no
Nobody has done
More for us
Than, oh no, Don of Some
No, no, no, no
Don of Some, my son
That even late in life
You could still be…