A genius, I am certainly not;
A full head of hair, I haven’t got;
My bank account is awfully low;
My beer belly continues to grow.
Fame has not smiled on me;
Questions are asked about my sanity;
I lose arguments I have with myself;
There are no trophies lined up upon my shelf.
My body is riddled with maladies;
My balls now hang below my knees;
But, even saddled with all these flaws,
I’ve been able to stay happy throughout it all.