Eulogy

Pray for the body and the eggplant
 Which is the calling card
 The mighty coat-of-arms
 Of our exalted majesty
 So gracious
 So serene
 So majestic
 When he got it up
 How glorious he was
 He can rule like any fool
 While he snorkels in your gene pool
 Got a scepter with a great big knob
 That can handle any job
 Baron of lost innocence
 Elegantly insolent
 Duke of all debauchery
 God of voyeurs and delinquency
 Now he's on his death bed
 Could be his liver
 Could be the gout
 Could be the clap, clap, clap, clap it out
 Quack doctors crowd him till he can't breathe
 Denied coverage by his insurance company
 Smack doctor shoot him with a giant syringe
 That overdose was his last binge
 Pray for the body and the eggplant
 Which is the calling card
 The mighty coat-of-arms
 Of our exalted majesty