Mr. Speaker Gets the Word - Liily

The pots and the pans

Of a polish man

With his coiled hand

He does what he can

Feet in the sand

Piece of the pie

With his coiled hand

He gives it a try

Waving his arms

He’s taking a stroll

Finding his charm

But burns it to coal

(He is the man)

He does what he can

(He is the man)

He does what he can

(He is the man)

He does what he can

But when his conscience gets thick

He feels like a dick

Sitting alone

Pants on fire

Head in the sky

Face in the fryr

Born with a crease

In between his yes

With a porky smile

It’ll take him a while

(He is the man)

He does what he can

(He is the man)

He does what he can

(He is the man)

He does what he can

But when his conscience gets thick

He feels like it fits

With his coiled hand

He does what he can

With his coiled hand

He does what he can

He is the man

He does what he can

But when his conscience gets thick

He feels like a dick

He is the man

He does what he can

But when his conscience gets thick

He feels like a dick

With his coiled hand

With his coiled hand

With his coiled hand

He does what he can