He’s been an apprentice to celebrities
He sits courtside at the Lakers
And hopes Kobe’ll brush by his knees.
He wants to be hip as the incumbent,
Who’s tab is always open
And who’s bait always gets bit.
But whenever he sips he spills,
He can’t hold the cup
He’s over the hill.
He suped up his minivan with a wagon wheel,
Pulled up to miss america, said:
How do you feel?
His pride’s never injured
He’ll do alright
He knows he’ll be preferred one night.
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