He walked into the door,
It was half past two,
Looking around,
With nothing better to do
This was a man,
With a moustache
Not any sort of moustache,
Because there's only one kind that's a real moustache
It's called, the Handlebar moustache
You will be blown away,
By the excessive force of this moustache
In fact, you should not stand 10ft near a man with a handlebar moustache

I find, every now and then,
If you look in the right direction, at the right time,
Maybe, just maybe,
You can see something someone else will never view
Of course a lot of people think that,
If the other person is a blind person

This one time, I decided to go to the store
It didn't end well
In fact, I'm not even gonna tell the story

Okay, well,
If you were to go to Wal Mart at say, 2 in the afternoon,
You would be amazing
This is when all the old people flock there
Old people are hilarious,
In fact, they're the funniest thing ever created
Then again, they can get along poorly, with midgets

It seems a little bit lighter now,
Like some weight is off my chest
Seems lately, there hasn't been much to do,
Sit around the house, watch some movies,
Drink some soda
You'd think someone would want more,
But who says I know what I want?