You see, the Duke's mustache is like cordite
And his head is clean-shaven
And his neck is fucking bull-like
And his fingers are muscled and tight

The Duke is deluxe and delightful
And the lovers of him all say so
Before they leave and after they go

And at the Duke's, eyes smile all the time
And the water and the wine flow all the time
And when the Duke talks he sounds like a mime

With his hands doing ALL the talking

You see there is some talk of his teeth being cut from ivory
Or something else thick from below the deep
There is some loose talk about from where the glow seeps
That shines in his eyes

…that measure the years a dollar at a time
And there's a lot of time
And money works over here like a cleaver

Cleaver Cleaver
Despite which the Duke draws nearer
And his corded arm draws you so you can hear a little clearer
As your free arm lifts up the beast and the burden
Like all of his men
While his hands do all the talking