The Bucho we love most Mucho
Come from New Zealin’ give us special Feelin’
Always good with a joke, damn near made me choke
Once he flung a hooker a rope, ran outta o’money, then let the bitch croak
Once in a fit of realous jaze he spake
gimme that beer you overrated fake
Priming his sphincter for a shot of bodily gas
I’ma take this here bottle and cut you cross the ass
From foreign land afar he writes
usually from a bar far into the night
Bucho I am he sez that is no threat
Unless you wish to taste Armez the big ball sweat
For even those who inhabit the mother land
Must admit this boy is fuggin grand.
—sorry not longer, its a bitch to rhyme “Armez”
-bing