Lyric Solitaire

Brain-storming, habit-forming, battle-warning weary winsome actor spewing
spineless chilling lines--
The critics falling over to tell themselves he s boring
And really not an awful lot of fun.

Well who the hell can he be when he s never had V.D.,
And he doesn t even sit on toilet seats?

Court-jesting, never-resting--he must be very cunning
To assume an air of dignity
And bless us all
With his oratory prowess,
His lame-brained antics and his jumping in the air.

And every night his act s the same
And so it must be all a game of chess he s playing--

But you re wrong, Steve. You see, it s only solitaire.