[CHARLES]
My knees were not made for kneeling
I'm not one to get down and pray
My knees are like ninjas
Two dangerous hinges, they smash
And they injure in the octagon cage

Though my MMA days are behind me
Bowing beneath you seems mad
But I've got you in situ, so I guess I should pitch you

You're welcome to sit, but I think that I'll stand

Marry me, Delia
Do it, don't dream it
Be mine, but first sign this pre-nuptial agreement
Though you need no incentive to be ever attentive
What's mine is now is now yours
Well, a minor percentagе

Dance with me, Delia
Wе'll face the free market
I'll buy you a Chrysler, and somewhere to park it

Oh come take my hand
You'll be good for my brand
Meet my ev'ry demand, and you'll see
It's expanded in clause four-point-three
Sign yourself over to me