Song: The Doodle Poodle Google Boy Poem by Dave SmithWhite

He was an ancient hipster from the USA.
He had a dodgy smile and his hands might stray.
He was the top man on his game;
But when his secret got out it would snuff out his flame.
Too many dramas now, he's falling heavily,
He's a hurdy-gurdy nerdy man for corporate greed.

Some say he gets his orders from the CIA.
To others he's a fantasist and so that's OK.
As the top brass understand,
When your cover is blown in a foreign land.
He's gone balmy now, a legal devilry;
He's the doodle poodle google boy of history!

A tweet! A tweet! Of gobble-de-gook, a suite
Of cryptic taps on the bar - in algorithm.
He can't float his boat when the tide and the stars,
Ain't sailing with him.
But the company trumps when he plays cleverly:
He's the doodle poodle google boy of history.
He was some doodle poodle google boy of mystery!

When he played his boozy-woozy floozies, he was a happy chappy, he
Displayed his jaded blade and in company laid eight on the bar.
He was some doodle poodle google boy of mystery!
A tweet! A tweet! Of gobble-de-gook, a suite of cryptic taps on the bar;
He can't blow a groat unless his spook or avatar isn't with him.
And the country jumps when he plays evilly;
He's the hurly-burly girly man for corporate sleaze!

He puts us all to sleep with ga-ga every night,
And wakes us up the same way in the surly light.
We tap our toes and clap our hands,
'Cause we knows how it goes when he strikes up the band.
Woe! Woe! He breaks us up - he's so miserly,
He's some greasy wheezy cheesy man of miseries!

A tweet! A tweet! Of gobble-de-gook, a suite
Of cryptic taps on the bar;
He can't rig a vote if his spin and his quote isn't oh with him.
And so the country jumps when he plays cleverly;
He's the doodle poodle google boy of history!