[NARRATOR]
How does a blowhard, bastard, son of a bigoted benefactor
Host of the business equivalent of The Bachelor
Pastor the party of family values and sin
With flow so foul you'd think it's shootin' out the wrong end
By song's end he'll hone his own brand
A real-estate mogul, just like his old man
His pop had stole land from folks with no plans
Made out fresh in the depression with Queens in both hands
The floor plans to his mansion had twenty-three rooms
Hired a chef to fill his five children's silver spoons with fancy foods
And ruined 'em, his son was a fool, he put the brute into
An army institute in lieu of high school
Picture this: eyes full of fire, the heir to the empire
Starin' straight down the barrel, his future in peril, he barely made honor roll
Dodged the draft, thankin' his dividends
'Cause anything is possible with pockets full of Benjamins
He grew in ambition, took a position as president
Of his father's complexes for, quote, “Jews and Executives”
But having never abetted a black resident
He fled when the FEDs sued Freddy for prejudice
He was desperate to shed his dad's shadow and move on
Standin' upon the precipice of a brand new Don
A Prodigal Son risin' to answer his true calling
On the East Side horizon one name would glow upon 'em, call him:
How does a blowhard, bastard, son of a bigoted benefactor
Host of the business equivalent of The Bachelor
Pastor the party of family values and sin
With flow so foul you'd think it's shootin' out the wrong end
By song's end he'll hone his own brand
A real-estate mogul, just like his old man
His pop had stole land from folks with no plans
Made out fresh in the depression with Queens in both hands
The floor plans to his mansion had twenty-three rooms
Hired a chef to fill his five children's silver spoons with fancy foods
And ruined 'em, his son was a fool, he put the brute into
An army institute in lieu of high school
Picture this: eyes full of fire, the heir to the empire
Starin' straight down the barrel, his future in peril, he barely made honor roll
Dodged the draft, thankin' his dividends
'Cause anything is possible with pockets full of Benjamins
He grew in ambition, took a position as president
Of his father's complexes for, quote, “Jews and Executives”
But having never abetted a black resident
He fled when the FEDs sued Freddy for prejudice
He was desperate to shed his dad's shadow and move on
Standin' upon the precipice of a brand new Don
A Prodigal Son risin' to answer his true calling
On the East Side horizon one name would glow upon 'em, call him:
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