One day I’ll be famous, with power and great wealth,
I’d be in perfect body of sound mind and good health.
Everyone will like me, I’d be of good repute,
If a person contradicts me, my butler will refute
Them, and put my reputation on a silver pedestal,
No-one knows what else I do so I will never fall.
My secret is a secret that you will not know,
And if you ever ask, then I will kill you slow.
I am so great and famous that no-one knows the truth,
That I did kill my father when I was just a youth.
I’d been through many beatings ’til I had had enough,
So I beat him back and up and I was really rough.
He died in front of me with a bleeding head,
“Take that, take that you bastard!” are the words I said.
I inherited his millions and flew away to Rome,
Where I did buy my women and buy a spacious home.
Now at last I’ve told you and the secret’s out,
That I killed my father before I was too old.
But I will not regret it, good riddance to the man,
To survive in a bad world I took fists toward the man.
Now I sit in prison, with doggy dish and bowl,
And I hear the words, ‘Have mercy on his soul’.
YOU MUST DO WHAT YOU CAN.