Billy Cobin lost it all

We knew he would eventually

Some wonder why he took the fall

Others just ask who the hell is he

and why should we care for him

A baggy man with baggy clothes

A face made of paper mache

He lost his humor years ago

Along with his molars

His head planted beneath his shoulders

Kill the pain, integrity don't

keep you warm and sane

Don't throw me out with the bath water

Don't wanna be, anyone who would wanna know me