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 Junís mouth He made sure the hot summer breeze Shifted from North to South Heís upset that no one listens As he pontificates all night Heís puffed up with his own ego And ready for a good fight Heís such a little whiner Ďno one is playing this game for me Iím put myself out there all week And itís not even week three!' His chest is growing bigger And so his frigginí head If he doesnít stop his yammering Heíll wish he were dead What he doesnít realize Is once his reign is done Heíll just be another lowly smuck I canít wait! Thatíll be so much fun!