JUST DESSERTS

Harry Levine

 

Come gather 'round you tappers and listen to my tale.

My story will amaze you, for that it cannot fail,

I'll tell you of a hero, for he fills our hearts with pride,

He launched the custard in the air

The day Billy Boy got pied.

 

His name is Noel Goldin, he is le entarteur,

This word in French means pieman, crusty provocateur,

He greets the rich and famous with a product baked, not fried,

It surely tasted so, so sweet

The day Billy Boy got pied.

 

To say Billy Gates is wealthy, is laughable at best.

He is the richest man there is in lands both east and west.

Now to say that wealth is power, that can't be denied,

But the money tasted sour,

The day Billy Boy got pied.

 

So Billy goes on business trips so full of confidence.

The world it is his playground, programming all events.

He dazzles them with data, his methods true and tried.

But the windows were left open

The day Billy Boy got pied.

 

As Billy bounded down the hall to sell technology

To the ruling class of Europe, all gathered round to see.

The Pieman and his camera crew, they stood off to the side

Awaiting for the moment

The day Billy Boy got pied

 

At last they saw an opening, they worried not of harm.

All toast the mighty Pieman as he raised up with his arm.

He unleashed with a fury, he took aim and he cried,

"HUMILIATE THE BASTARD"

The day Billy Boy got pied.

 

And in that magic moment, the pie flew towards his face.

As Billy froze in horror, with impact his disgrace.

The goo dripped off his glasses, his mouth was open wide.

Just desserts were finally served

The day Billy Boy got pied.

 

Though Billy has his billions, he can't control it all.

He wants to rule the future with his cyber crystal ball.

He dreams of techno living, he says we cannot hide.

I dream of custard dripping

The day Billy Boy got pied.

I dream of custard dripping the day Billy Boy got pied.