There he is on his round seat of power The throne he won by a hair He put his life on the line For all the house guests there He fought his way to the fridge To save the bacon from Jun’s mouth He made sure the hot summer breeze Shifted from North to South He’s upset that no one listens As he pontificates all night He’s puffed up with his own ego And ready for a good fight He’s such a little whiner ‘no one is playing this game for me I’m put myself out there all week And it’s not even week three!' His chest is growing bigger And so his friggin’ head If he doesn’t stop his yammering He’ll wish he were dead What he doesn’t realize Is once his reign is done He’ll just be another lowly smuck I can’t wait! That’ll be so much fun!