Casauette de moire
Quéquette d'ivoire
Toilette trés noire
Paul guette l'armoire
Projette languette sur poire
S'apprête baguette et foire
His silhouette rancid with diamonds
Splinters like cone in the balm of your hand
He's rigged with a nebulae's sine qua non
A festival of gas on a table of sand
He's jerking like an angel on the ladder of crime
Diluting syrup ditties at the peak of their prime
He's spun like a ghost in the radio cool
He's everybodies child but nobodies fool
He's cook like the breast of a radio ghost
His name is arthur rainbow and tonight he's your host
