Nobody wants to be moist
A bunch of overactive pores
I struggle opening doors
And I lose every tug of war
Nobody wants to be wet
Though sweet soul I do secrete
Can’t make damp fingers snap to the beat
The microphone is dripping
My baritone is slipping
A rhyme into this line I’ll have to foist
Nobody want to be moist
Nobody wants to be moist
Though on the dance floor I glide
On stairs I’m petrified
(That’s how Harry Wismer died)
Nobody wants to be soaked
Though it is with a graceful ease
I deduce in which way blows the breeze
Oh sure I have the power
To make paste from a powder
But last time I did that no one rejoiced
Nobody want to be moist
A man so ancillary
My little song is buried
Not till the Commentary is it voiced
Nobody wants to be
Nobody wants to be
Nobody wants to be moist
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