Za's Stair - The Dickpad of Dementia
You had to quest for it, didn't yaThe Dickpad of Dementia
What kind of prize is that
Have we so long undergrown
Our heroes fit of heart and soul
That our legends have gone rancid
It looks like a roadway discard
Are you sure this is the right one
You are oh so such a sight, man
Don't mean to be impolite man
But the Dickpad of Dementia
Is it yours or ours it refers to
The Duke of Mars had many scars
He kept them in mason jars
Then by degrees and on his knees
The Dickpad he did make
In the long ago, when there was need
And fuel to burn instead of reeds
The Heffalump Toby swings from the windlass
United in color, unbridled by pain
The Heffalump Toby breaks through the Plexiglas
There bounded by honor to another's name
Written by:
Frank DiPietro
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