BurgerBaron

  
Stanley Tweedle is a god  
A warrior and a gent.  
We are not fit to suck his feet  
Or dine on his excrement.  
At night we croon  
By the light of a moon  
Of his courage and his creed.  
Hey ho there he goes  
Oh woe for his foes  
Long live the Tweedle seed.  
Stanley, Stanley  
Top of the hero class  
Stanley, Stanley  
We live to Kiss his Ass!