These days Albanese poses with a dog
He thinks he can bodygrab, me, God
Is Jodie Haydon a bitch, is it odd?
Is she bewitched, or likes to bed with fish?
Hahaha, convenience, connivance, ambition
A marriage of such carriage is an illusion
You know what, Saint Paul and Albanese’s treacherising
doesn’t give me one bit of a disillusion
Jodie Haydon, I am not impressed with con
May the moon blight your every dawn
And your night be accursed with deep sea’s spawn
Till the day Albanese and you are, ultimately, to the deep sea gone!
And even if fish are ditched, with Allah I will wrestle
Let history know that I swear I can kick the moon out with a whistle
It is just that I am restrained by my love for my Sarah
that evil Pisces or Allah take for granted my Godly sublime power