Mr. Crooked

Mr joey, doing the Drew
He was the smartest that anyone knew
He grew the business out from
An inky dark sickness
There's nothing wrong with dreaming
Belief was the key
To bring the devil to our misery
He clicked the fingers
Formed inky rivers and that's fine

What'd I say young fellow?
Have ya' per chance heard of the struggles?

He made a deal with satanic forces
He struck a chord with
Good ol' Satan's corpses
To make the dream reality
He opened the gates that shooketh
That's good ol', Mr crooked

Well I dare say
I brought this mad creation to life
And my goodness, it's going out of control!
Looks like I'm going need a quiant
Young aficionado to jump in!
Surely, an ending it deserves!
In the meantime folks
How 'bout 'ya treat yourself to a packet
Of Ol' Whim Wham cigarettes cartons?
20 cents a smoke, 20 dollars a carton
Don't ask me how I did the math
Just buy it you schmuck!

Mr joey, what did he do?
He caused this madness that everyone knew
He broke the business
Flooded from inky dark sickness
It all went wrong
No more dreaming, the place was a wreck
He brought the devil and sent us to heck
He blew up the good vibes
Got with the times and that's fine

Well, by Jovian, it looks we gotta amscray

So now it's over, it's time to say adieu
We wish we had more time
But we will miss you too
If you want to put the
Blame on any destruction conducted
Blame good ol', Mr crooked

Well, we tried ladies and gents
Some things just don't deserve to
Be brought into this world
Why, we should be thankful and happy
About what we have already!
Families, friends
A great economic environment filled with
So many wonderous possibilities already!
Why, it should sure make us be grateful

That is if I had any of that
A family, friends, money, possibilities
Nothing for this old crook, I tell ya