Hey, did you hear about the lecher:
the spotlight’s on his humpin’ talk;
he’s a deranged phone-sexer.
It seems there’s a fat chance he’s likely
to stick around.
It was more than eccentric cooing
when he made those sounds.

Hey, randily talkie is how he would get,
but now the tapes are out:
B-B-B-Bentley man’s a lech.

And what we hear isn’t wonderful,
’cause Bentley’d faked being clean.
But he’s a sex-ling coot
and stowed snared loot:
new allegations ’bout the man and schemes.
B-B-B-Bentley, swag-snag lech?

Hey, did you hear ’bout his faith jests.
That was all lying;
true Bentley merely apes “blessed.”
Can he survive after doing so much wrong?
Now his right-appearance façade’s been beat;
case against him’s become two-pronged.

Both randy and conning, he’s a two-faced pest
whose bullshit’s about played out.
B-B-B-Bentley man’s a wretch.

And what we read shows, of bunk he’s full,
but Bentley ain’t comin’ clean.
He seems a fetch-bling coot
who’s blown snared loot.
Interrogation of the man is seen.
B-B-B-Bentley scammed; to get
questions, questions, questions Bentley’s meant t’ get.
Destined, destined, destined to be penitent?