There’s a grade to shoot for
Not for quitters it’s told
And he’s trying to nail down Big Seven
And he bets he’ll be slowed
By that 'Big Freighter Ode' 1
All those words, can he hit what he aims for?
Oooo, oo, oo, oooo, oo, oo, oo, oo, oooo
And he’s climbing the stairway to Seven

There’s a shrine he recalls
Built for ones who endure
Fame for flow, subs, rhymes, words, pace ferocious
He’ll agree that he’s hooked
On the songs, words and things
Sometimes 'Super' can be quite atrocious 2
Ooo, it makes me wonder
Ooo, takes me under

There’s a feeling that’s best
When you spoof 'Be Our Guest' 3
When you hear it, you’re flying, believing
You have wrought mondegreens
Things were joked, you’ve received
And your choices of prose demand looking
Ooo, it makes you wonder
Ooo, really quakes your thunder

And it’s writ-ten that soon
He’ll do all seven tunes
Hope the sniper won’t leave ‘ones’ no reason
When he’s through with these songs
His hope all along
That 'Bo-hem-i-ans' will be 'Rhap-so-dic' 4
Ooh, whoa, whoa, woooe

If there’s some trouble with your word flow
Don't be alarmed now
Adjust your thinking and re-play scene
Yet there are new paths you should go try
'Pie, A-mer-i-can' 5
Take your time and change the ode you’re on
And don’t make a blunder
Ooooh, ooh, ooh

Key-board is hummin' and it won’t slow
When all the words flow
'The Very Model of a Mod-ern' 6
No longer can you hear the wind blow
‘Tween your ears, oh
'Maj-or-ly syl-la-bic Gen-er-al' 6

And as we grind on down our bones
Our fingers smaller than our toes
There walks a lady we all know
Whose lines shine light upon our souls
The song she sings will turn to gold
And if you’re 'Blinded By The Light' 7
The muse will come to you at last
When all is fun and puns enthral, yeah
To write no schlock or be too droll

And he’s climbing the stairway…to Seven