He reads books; of the list book clubAnd after two
months--his stance a familiar hunchIt's that same slouch
- you had the last time he came aroundHis oppression
abounds, his type is doing the roundsHe is a scum-egg;
a horrid trendy wretchC.r.
e.e.p. cr e.e.p.Black saucers at the back of your neckInterruptions,
from the side when you talkIn the presence,
of this ugly gawk,Is offending,
make sure you're not absorbed
(with hideous luck - he'll absorb all your talk)Cr
e.e.p. c.r.e.e.p. (3 times)From the bright sun,
he came one fine mornPopulist - as well in his class
at leastBut then came real age,
and for that we all must pay
(and for that we all do pay)C.
r.e.ep. c.r.e.e.p.C.r. eep c.
r.e.e.pCr e.e.p. - cr e.e.
p. cr e.e.p. - cr e.ep (2 times)And he wants world
peace! (and for that we all must pay)He likes abc!
(c.r.ee.p.)C.r.ee.p. cr.e.e.p. (2 times)Creep!