His Feyonce.
There once was a fellow McSweeny Who spilled some gin on his weenie Just to be couth He added vermouth Then slipped his girlfriend a martini
I don't know...
Nobody wants to marry an underemployed alcoholic.
Because she was his relative
Because he's the best wrapper alive.
Because his name is Hov, OH, H-to-the-O-V
Feyonce.
A Feyonce
