Is there anybody here
Who cannot tell the difference between right and wrong?
Is there anybody here
Who laughs at the perversion of another's song?
Is there anybody here
Who can't resist a pun
Seriously depraved,
With a twisted sense of fun
I want to meet him, I want to ask him if he wants to join our band
I want to suck him in, make a filker of the man
Is there anybody here
Who knows a hundred variants on common time
Is there anybody here
Who'd sacrifice his children for a triple rhyme
Is there anybody here who sits up through the night
Tweaking at a verse until he's got it right
I want to meet him, I want to ask him if he wants to join our band
I want to suck him in, make a filker of the man
Is there anybody here twisted to the core
Who's left his sense of taste and judgement at the door
I'd like to ask him when he's going to act his age
I'd like to ask him if he'll get up on the stage
Is there anybody here who thinks that gathering at midnight is an early start
Is there anybody here who wouldn't mind a send-up in the name of art?
Is there anybody here
Who, when the chips are down,
Thinks that 'Kipple' is a verb
And that 'mundane' is a noun
I want to meet him, I want to ask him if he wants to join our band
I want to suck him in, make a filker of the man
"No passion in the world is equal to the passion to alter someone else's draft" -- H G Wells (attributed)