Coz I am sad
There once was a great music mogul
whose face was elastically able
to give a contort
like a liquirice allsort
And sometimes looked like a gerbil
An exuberant voice coach called Zoe Tyler
if you sang good, with praise you were a dazzler
But sing really bad
Like one fine fit lad
And you get told you were rubbish - what a tosser!
John B used to have me swooning
But he knows eff all about crooning
One week he loves you
The next you are poo
Make yer mind up or we will all be tuning (out)
Does Bill take a happy pill?
He always seems to chill
Everyone is Joseph
says it in every breath
Please stop now- we've had our fill!