There he was, Sparky Harlequin
Master playboy of Philadelphia
Sniffin' bras and booties
Tryin' to get the girls with a click of his stinky fat thumb
Between his ears cheap cologne rests as his only partner on the pillow
He uses pills to sleep on the job
While nights like the planet Venus pass him by, hypnotics sap up his testosterone
He makes out with himself just enough to see another groggy morning to get it up again.