Hey evil Albanese!
You measly piece of rancid cheese
Do you hear your own wheeze?
Do you know duck from geese?
You always played your treacheries
on me; but I never asked for your fees
for gracefully giving you another lease
You know, I didn’t shake the trees
The 1,500 to my sister; at your conniving ease
You are as fishy as a sordid tease
And I can tell you: You are the disease
whether you cough or you sneeze
I can kindly assure you, please
that you will get on your knees
eternally, to the deep seas!
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