Sucky

This is a story about a bum named Sucky

Early morning, he wakes up
And he goes, goes, goes back to sleep
It's time for toilet, horrid smell
It's you they're all hiding from
They go
"Isn't he ugly, this Back-alley bum?"
And they say

He's so sucky, He a tends a bar
And he cry, cry, cries in his lonely heart, thinking
Since there's everything missing in my life
Then why don't I jump off a cliff at night

Lost in an meal, eating whip cream
But there's no one there to put him on a diet
And the cream keeps fleeing,
But he keeps on eating
But tell me what happens when it's gone
They go
"Isn't he ugly, this Back-alley bum?"
And they say

He's so sucky, he's tends a bar
And he cry, cry, cries in his lonely heart, thinking
Since there's everything missing in my life
Then why don't I jump off a cliff at night

"Worst bartender, and the winner is? Sucky!"
"I'm Roger Johnson for Poop News standing outside the arena hiding from Sucky"
"Oh crap, Here he comes, RUN!"

Isn't he ugly, this Back-alley bum?
He is so sucky, so why shouldn't he cry?
Since there's everything missing in his life
Why doesn't he jump off a cliff at night?

He's so sucky, he's tends a bar
And he cry, cry, cries in his lonely heart, thinking
Since there's everything missing in my life
Then why don't I jump off a cliff at night