The Ballad Of Quentin Collins Some say he was a bastard,
a sarcastic little schmuck.
He was no good to no one,
but boy, could that dude _ _ _ _ . (fill in your own)
His body was a portrait,
beautiful when nude.
Quentin, Quentin Collins,
lascivious and lewd.
Romantic in the twilight,
passionate at dawn,
he whispers oh so sweetly,
"Let's do it on the lawn."
"Let's do it in the kitchen,
lets do it on the stairs."
"Let's do it at the Old House -
if Willie's there, WHO CARES!"
You romp together happily
through woods and fields and glen,
he rolls you in the flowers,
and nails you once again.
Together lying quietly
while staring at the sky,
you turn to him, he winks and says,
"I know...I'm quite a guy!"