and I looked at him, standing forlorn
holding up a ridiculous sign
and the menue was simple
handjobs are five dollars,
flying handjobs are priceless...
I only had a dollar twenty
I had found and picked up along the way
turns out, flying autoerotic asphixiation
and being dropped at the right moment was free
it was a sight to see
and it took near an hour
and then I fell, landing on my feet
I sure felt better, for the most part
once I caught my breath
and then, well, I beat him to death
and no one seemed to care
I just walked away
poor flying monkeys, they all seem to suffer
since the witch was gone
there was nothing they were qualified to do
and well, he was the last one
but he said to me in his last breath
"why oh why, mr. tinman"
and I simply replied
"I haven't a heart"
maybe it might seem a little bit harsh
but two years earlier
that fucker dropped me headfirst in the marsh
and I never forgot it,
oh how I remember
thankfully for some hokey idiot
and a strange little girl
I got to have an adventure
and hear a melting witch decry
"what a world!"
and as for the wizard, maybe he did not know
that little clock, though ticking, was running down slow
as to when I ran out of time
I guess I'll never know
and perhaps the name tinman is because of my spectre
but I once had a name before all that
and you can just call me Dexter...