Ode to Jeffery Epstien
or how man is torn between the etheral abstract beauty of the world and the fetid rotteness of his glands.
sung to
The Sheik of Carabean:

Over the sea of Florida
he flys and sails by 'naughtica'
With pimps at his command
he has a vile caravan
He sings to girls as they ride
and then runs away to hide

Clothes all fade by dawn
and soon they will be gone.
The captured child brides
clutched to his shriveled side
Swift as the wind they will fly
Proudly he scorns their smile of fear
Soon he conquers girls so dear.
He is the Sheik of Carabean
razamataz

He sings; I'm the Sheik of Carabean
Your love belongs to me
At night when you're asleep
into your tent I'll creep
The stars that shine above
will light my way to love
I rule the land and sea
I'm the Sheik of Carabean

(Jeffery smirks and winks)