He's just mad about spoofin'
His spoofin's rad as can be
He's-a just bad about proofin'
He's just glad he's not me

They call him Leo Keough
Writes nightly
He scrawls inside his Geo
Bites lightly
He hauls it down to Rio

He's just Vlad the Impaler
Impalin' cad of the site
He's-a just had it with-a failure
A-he's just paddin' his plight

They call him Leo Keough
Writes sprightly
He mauls The Kingston Trio
Quite tritely
He bawls out "Dio mio!"

Porn is never clever nor flies
Sins and atrocity chill
Corn is just a lever that dies
If you want your fives, you must kill

They call him Leo Keough
Writes tightly
He galls his Tio Theo
Rhymes slightly
He palls to Guy DiRito
Old Leo Keough..

Eclectical last stanza
Is gonna leave all of you dazed
Erectical bonanza
Is bound to keep the site police fazed

They call him Leo Keough
Writes brightly
Appalling neo-Leo
Fights spritely
A-falling to his knee-o

Spoofin', yeah
He's just-a mad as a bee
He's-a just-a gadabout a-spoofin'
He's just glad he's not me

They call him Leo Keough
Contritely
A squalid case of B.O.
Unsightly
Befallen by his V.O.
Oh, grim fellow..
Hear him bellow