Lancelot Loverboy was his true name,
Pornography was his heart-thumping game;
Peeking at pics of sexy Doll Tearsheet,
His big bloodshot eyes were red as a beet;
But the more he looked at girls who were hot,
The more his eyes swelled, and larger they got;
And like Pinocchio’s long wooden nose,
Each one of his eyeballs just grows and grows;
Lancelot’s lewd obsession never stopped,
Then like a balloon each eye loudly popped;
He listened to Emotion’s lustful lies,
So that’s why Loverboy finally dies.