Not Much To Look At, But Much To Touch

I don't have a desire to be Tony at all
As much as I want to be Jeff, Shadab, Amin, or Paul
Or Jenni or Lavoie or Jay or Nusreth
Or even Theresa, George, Mom, or Beth

So stop spreading the rumor you silly fuck
Or I'll have Mike and Larry give you the puck
And Brad will frag you, Carol does electrocution
Like a spawned process, there will be execution

Elizabeth will show you "gratuitous use of bleeding edge technology"
Tony will take you to Exchequer for more toxicology
Just please please PLEASE don't call me Tony
I'm the CSS President, not Tony's phony

Not that I don't like Tony. In fact, I think he's swell
Usually pretty put together, funny as hell
Got to be the smartest guy around the school
Yes, if there's one thing about Tony, he's pretty cool

Only I'm not him, 'cause my name is Nick
Part German, part irishman, part city boy, part hick
And I write poetry 'cause I like me much
I have my own ideas, experiences, talents, and such
My past is a story you'd rather not hear
Full of horrors and sins and troubles and fear

And I may not be as good as the last president
But I'm trying real hard and I'll stay resident
And I can offer you a more personal touch
Individual help, if you'll thank me much

So I hope I've convinced you being Zoko's not my goal
Go back to your sources and tell them I've got it under control
Nick and his council will grease the CSS wheels
Give you opportunities and events and seminars and meals

Bitch!

Not Much To Look At, But Much To Touch