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Old Walter McDad finds such joy in the sad
The depressed and the rather quite tragic
He would dance with delight if your shoes were too tight
Spilled your tea on your crotch? Oh quite magic!
Caught your knob in your zip? Caused your foreskin to rip?
He would high five in great celebration
Birth defects? He loves those. Diabetic? Lost toes?
Well to him they’re such cause for elation
Enjoys watching the poor, mocks the sick and what’s more
Steals the cash from the tramps at the station.
Takes a dump on your lawn, tells your kids to watch porn
Big wide grin at your grandma’s cremation
Fingers crossed at the vets they declare that your pets
need to be put to sleep with much haste
Phone the docs and the answer is that you have cancer
He’d take joy, he knows its in poor taste
For Walt spends all his days in such terrible ways
Don’t ask why he just does ‘cos he can
At a hundred and one he’d still rodger your mum
He’s a rather quite nasty old man
So watch out and beware at the top of the stair
As he’d gladly push you in the back
You go head over tit and he’d chuckle and sit
Watch you bleed as he enjoys a snack