Say what you will, and say what you wish
but I was kissed by the devil's lips,
and the Candy-man laid down in Bali,
while I was flirting with Long Tall Sally.
But don't forget to read the manual,
it's just a ritual that went, well, annual.
And if what I say is not so true,
I will see you in Katmandu.
The Pope knows this is a secret
and what I say I may regret.
But what can I do with those KGBs
other that send them a bunch of bees?
Niko Tiliopoulos
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/doo-doo-doo-da-da-da/
