Take a look at my cruel muse
Treats me like a bag of snot
Refuses to enthuse
Never seem to write a lot

She's a jumbo saucy rotter
Sat on my harmonica
She's a girl that, likes to scorn ya
I'm moping and going to just stew
Try and write a song spoof or two

Good she's at vicious invectives
Yoda'd say, Yoda'd say
She's got me under her hexes
My psyche's now in disarray

Her demeanor, just gets meaner
Everything I write she'll trash
What a bruiser, don't provoke her
She's stealing my smokes and my brew
My toothbrush to scratch her wazoo

Don't you know that she's hell sent
And would take a fine mug shot
She's Lucifers girlfriend
Thermally that makes her hot

Has a jumbo, police blotter
Left for South America
Lots of girls in, California
I'm hoping to find a new muse
Else I'll end up writing 'bout poos