the Ballad of Hubert Briss

a song sketch #songwriting on garageband on an ipad quick fast at a dash.
words:
Hubert
Hubert Briss
Gave his guns
both a kiss
Bathroom mirror
Combed his quiff
He shoots he scores
He cannot miss
He isn't your average schmo
He's confused by the peasants below
He addresses em from down his nose
Then he barks at his chauffeur to drive him home
There he goes
He takes the piss
To him you're no one
To him he's blessed
And he really couldnt care less
Socio no
na na
Narcissist
Hubert rudely
Waved his fist
At the Bellboy who manned the lift
To the top floor
Scraping the sky
His shiny throne room
He was the guy
He wasnt no average schmo
He's amused by you peasants below
He addresses ya from down his nose
and he barks to his chauffeur to drive him home
take him home
to his mama to powder his nose
tallyho
there he goes
to his throne room
to polish his gold
Poor ol Hu' Briss
Took a fall
And his proud bubble burst on the floor
He jumped the lift
Pushed his cohorts aside
But the Bellboy
He cut the line
He was just an average schmo
Is what is said coldy carved on his stone
Every second another is born
Over it goes on and on
On and on
On and on
and on