By Billie Daddario
There once was a man with an orange face and yellow hair
Who cried all the time, no fair.
He sat in his chair, shook his fist in the air,
Said, “the votes are unfair.”
I’m the best
You can test
I confess none the less
You won’t find anyone better. I’m the best.
Now my crowds are the biggest
They’re the loudest
And without a doubt, they’re the easiest.
“It’s no fair,” said the man with the yellow hair
As he shook his fist in the air.
Stop the votes, I’m the heir.
“It’s no fair,” said the man with the yellow hair.