There was a young man name Arthur Gordon Heir to a large family fortune Walking around all prissy and full of himself Pissing money and showing his wealth
Built a little shrine to the Gordon name Hyped it from his front-row seat at all the games Opened a restaurant and called it guess what? Arthur's, of course, he did strut his stuff
Heir Gordon Born on a mountaintop in Tennessee Heir, Heir Gordon His life sure looks good to me
Got a little brylcreem, a dab will do Droppin' funny acid, a tab or two Wearing undergarments from a Mormom friend Touching all the bases 'round the Cub Scout den
Heir Gordon Got a lot of money but he ain't worth a damn Heir, Heir Gordon Makes me feel just like a man
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