Oh.

weep not for the wino
the purest man I know

nowhere to go
no lawn to mow
an average joe
who's stuck in low
with his thoughts in tow
his steps are slow
and his crazy faux
a good man, and thourough

Wandering like Thoreau
He looks a bit like Ringo
with a touch of Janet Reno
the strength of Lou Farigno
with the conscious of Sonny Bono
he claims he's pure latino
but his pompadour screams Filipino

labeled as a weirdo
He's succumb to the flow,
dressed in mid-winter speedo
the mad mans tuxedo
he dances slow,
toe, heel, toe
doe-see-dee, doe-see-doe

feeding on your burrito
you think that you do know
and in passing mutter, "Oh"
Just then he screams,
"it's all so apropos
like a hippo with an afro
don't you know?"

you drop your burrito
and off you go
hope you enjoyed the show