Musical Mozart!: I am God's Chosen One

(Act I Scene 12)


No rhyme or reason, no manners whatsoever

You’re nothing but a lardy lump of rotting flesh

With this magnificent march of mine

I’ll stomp all over your pompous arse

I am God’s chosen one

It stinks when you open your big fat mouth

No one wants to hear it but

You don’t listen, do you?

Nothing you say can touch me

Because I’m perfect, I’m God’s chosen one

All you arrogant pigs put on airs

and think it’s your duty to teach

You want deference and decorum

But you don’t practice what you preach

Enough is enough, I won’t take it anymore

Take your smelly arse out of here

When I give you the chance, shut up and scram!