Roldgoldfinger
He's the man who's just had Rold Gold for lunch
He doesn't brush

Such a fat finger
Stirring ice that floats in his glass of gin
Why'd you come in?

Golden chips he will dip in his beer
On your couch he leaves brown grimy smears
For a hostess knows when he's kissed her
He's pretzel breath

From Mister Roldgoldfinger
Hungry girl, stay out of his bowl of Rold
You've been told!

Salty snacks he will soak in his beer
As he channel surfs farts leak from his rear
For a hostess knows when he's tongued her
He's pretzel death

From Mister Roldgoldfinger
Starving girl, steer clear of his bowl of Rold
Keep his beer cold

He just loves Rold Gold
Only Rold Gold
Don't eat his Rold Gold

Roldgoldfinger,
He's the man who just had Rold Gold for brunch
He doesn't flush