by Simon Smith
Sisyphus, O Sisyphus,
The hero of the age.
A hill he climbs,
From ancient times,
His quiff is all the rage.
Sisyphus, O Sisyphus,
The hero of the age.
A rock he heaves,
But never ‘chieves,
The rest that we all crave.
Sisyphus, O Sisyphus,
The hero of the age.
Absurdity!
He knows it be.
For toil he gets no wage.
Sisyphus, O Sisyphus,
The hero of the age.
Upon his back,
The tattooed rack,
Of pinup Bettie Page.
Sisyphus, O Sisyphus,
The hero of the age,
The fan of Betty Paige,
Whose quiff is all the rage.
From ancient times,
His quiff is all the rage.
The hero of the age.
But never ‘chieves,
The rest that we all crave.
The hero of the age.
He knows it be.
For toil he gets no wage.
The hero of the age.
The tattooed rack,
Of pinup Bettie Page.
The hero of the age,
The fan of Betty Paige,
Whose quiff is all the rage.
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