My friend Ken lives in a world of sin.
Slicked back hair, pencil thin mustache, and a goatee on his chin.
Drives a big candy red caddy and lives in a shanty.
Spends his days trying to get into all the ladies' panties.

He doesn't know the meaning of work.
You might call him the town's biggest jerk.
Close your windows and lock your doors.
Before he tries to make your lady his and not yours.

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