Number One likes lonesome fun,
While Two sticks together like glue,
the way Three is mighty and free,
as Four is sure to be sour,
’cause number Five can’t wait to get high with
Six whose already waiting for a fix.
Seven is deadly,
the Eight has faith,
and Nine was fine until eaten by the Seven
–Ah, Ten is in heaven,
because he saw Seven hanging out with Eleven.
Twelve is myopic
and can’t see Thirteen,
while Fourteen had a broken spleen,
because Fifteen punched him nice n’ clean.
Sixteen couldn’t see the signs, he’s too carefree
While Seventeen was fighting crime downtown,
Eighteen wants safety,
and Nineteen thinks all this shit is asinine.
And Twenty, you don’t want to know about him,
for he has too much on his seedy mind.
He has too much on his seedy mind.