Mr. Crooked DAGames

[Verse 1]
(Ba-ba-da-dum)
Mr. Joey, doing the Drew (Ba-ba-da-dum)
He was the smartest that anyone knew (Ba-ba-da-dum)
He grew the business out from an inky dark sickness
There's nothing wrong with dreaming, belief was the key
(Ba-ba-da-dum)
To bring the devil to our misery (Ba-ba-da-dum)
He clicked the fingers, formed inky rivers and that’s fine

[Interlude]
But I say young fellow
Have ya' per chance heard of the struggles?

[Chorus]
He made a deal with satanic forces
He struck a chord with good ol' Satan’s corpses
To make the dream reality, he opened the gates that shooketh
That's good ol', Mr. Crooked (Ba-ba-da-dum)

[Interlude]
Well I dare say, I brought this mad creation to life
And my goodness, it's going out of control!
Looks like I'm going need a quaint young aficionado to jump in!
Show it the ending it deserves!
In the meantime folks, how 'bout 'ya treat yourself to a packet of Ol' Whim-Wham cigarettes cartons?
Twenty cents a smoke, twenty dollars a carton
Don’t ask me how I did the math, just buy it you schmuck!