Good night and good luck, you improbable probable
that's my motto uninherited; half son half prodigal
the words that bounce from this tongue may sound immodest
when I say I'm great, I'm late. When I say I'm cold, I'm hottest
Red in the cheeks at inconsistency; shame or envy? can't tell!
Please, let's move on from me
Now you are the words that rumble out of this mouth too
'Cept where mine fell, yours flew, and I'm light enough
(there's no 'enough') to get carried on through
Before we continue, I'd like to dedicate this to you who likes this kind of thing
Won't smirk at this kind of thing like everyone else do
I'm simply serious, so simply take me seriously
It's one of one requirements I'm asking of thee
And pray tell - if we screw my head on right
it might be worth your while, so sit tight.