Purple Bellows A head full of mellow A heart full of joy A strange sort of fellow Always seemed so coy His face smells rather weird His jaw juts like a stag His multi-coloured beard Makes him look like he's in drag He has so many lovers His appetite's insatiable He is a king under the covers Though his conquests are inflatable He hangs out with the rastas Even though he is a honky He keeps his profile low Since the press caught him with a donkey His fetish is for bannisters Which he greases every day He collects money in a canister For the next coat of paint At night he goes out walking Dressed as a giant gnome He was arrested once for stalking And they put him in a home He's fond of deformed vegetables He can't tell north from south If you ask him what the time is He'll start foaming at the mouth They call him purple bellows Though his real name is Roy Always a strange fellow Ever since he was a boyBirth sign: Aquarius
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