was'nt the norm, it could be said, for he had no arms and had no legs
and oh yes he was torso less, shit we just called him head
yeah called him head as you do
when you lack most of you
sure could drink a fair old sup, went at it like a eager pup
then he'd start to whoop it up, fall clean out of his giant egg cup
he'd get lippy, when he had a few, with his straw and special brew
can tell you there was many days, he was picked up and rolled away
he had it hard, but would'nt complain, except for the odd migraine
doctors treated him real shoddy, he was never offered a prosthetic body
yeah old head was'nt the worst, except for the odd outburst
the time that he cursed and cursed, when we got him twister, for his twenty first
ladies flocked to his side, you're so cute they would cry
they'd walk around with a smile so wide, holding him between their thighs
that silver tongued devil sure advanced, when it came to loving and romance
he had his nose surgically advanced, man does'nt wanna blow his only chance
fell off his motorbike, met his death, when you steer with your ears, there's always that threat
and it was with great regret, we buried him in his favorite helmet
