Call him Mr. Inappropriate
He'll say the right word at the wrong time
Mr. Inappropriate
His aptitude for faux is truly sublime
What he says will seldom fit
It just don't seem to belong
Though he tries and tries he must admit
What he says when he says it is wrong
Call him Mr. Inappropriate
His capacity for one thing is incredibly strong
Some folks wear a little monkey on their backs
But he carries around King Kong
What he says or does is ever out of place
It runs against the grain
And suddenly upon your face
Will come a look of pain
When he opens his mouth to speak his mind
How it grates upon your nerves
Guess a guy who don't know what or when or how
Gonna get what he deserves
copyright©2008 michael james prue
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