Jeremy, Jezza, Jezz
What a pathetic little fool
Inside his head he's the epitome of cool
Not a clue in the world,
Nary a thread of talent
Yet he'll work so hard
For his musical dreams.
His interests are base: sex and drugs
Oh and of course, lack of jobs
Always dragged along by Super Hans
He's stuck in this terrible toxic dance
With his pal, his mate, captain Corrigan
Oh and that man, he cannot love, nobody, none, hun,
Jez the fool, is free with love
It's a pity he lacks the blood to follow up
Dropped and abandoned, over and over
In the end he does find himself a strong lover
Does he deserve, that strong young man
Or is he stuck in the abusive trap
Of super Hans?
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