Spoken Intro: Are there are any who hate that one named Tag-Along? Are you disappointed in that person or perhaps just fed up of that peon?
Verse 1: 🎵Oh, there's a club for each and every one of you and there's no fee, so enter if you please! Lookie, lookie, just ahead, you'll see a building that's crimson red & its name is there above the door: "The Logical Haters Against that Rookie!"
Chorus: Oh, truly, it's logical to hate that one with the insecure heart, natural to be disappointed in the pile of manure, and sensible to be tired of the one who should be excommunicated from the smart.
Verse 2: My, oh my, cast your eyes to the right! There's a building quite a ways away that will give you quite the fright! Why, it's an edifice of yellow, lit with flood lights of vile neon green. Raise your heads a little and you'll see the massive sign bearing its name, which will tickle your spleen: "The Ultimately Disappointing Human Being!"
Verse 3: Oh, shift your vision to the left to view a square castle of dull gray. You'll have to step up to the gate and squint to see that club's miniscule and slanting name of ornery. Ah...I forget what it is...just a moment...aha, I now recall! "Weary of the Lame", that's the appellation!
Verse 4: So choose your club but why select one when you may join them all. Oh what fun! However, don't get your hopes up if your desire is to be the top patron of either. Of each of them, Tag-Along will always be the number one member. No one else can beat the despise, shame, and exhaustion which that one has for the same one, especially since this song is being written by that one.
Coda: Stop! Up until now, you've had your say. Now allow me to invert your perception. To those who love, you are perfection. This I know since my name is Truth and this is my declaration! 🎵
- Written by C.A. Nicholas.
- Art by Jil Martinez.