Listen now: the town is all a’buzzing
about this great guy’s details, they’re discussing.
To get near him, everybody’s shoving.
Ask him what he wants, and he says “Nothing.”

This man, he has a golden life,
he has it all; he lacks all strife.
The perfect face, the perfect wife.
Everything about him is absolutely rife
with perfection. His connections
are impeccable.

If you don’t want to be him, you want to be by his side
or at least be allowed to coat-tail on his ride.
To witness wonder, hope there’s naught he hides,
knowing if he asks you, that naught will be denied.

This man, his life is proven gold.
His fate like destiny foretold
of some hero, strength ninefold
unleashed to take on trolls of old
who need beating and defeating.
He’s incredible.

Hey there! Make sure that you can see
what Mister Special is up to on TV!
So cool; wouldn’t everyone agree?
No doubt he’s living splendidly.

This man, a golden life he has.
He’s got so many things! Such as:
A golden house near Alcatraz,
a golden horse named Razzmatazz
and he can ring-a-ding sing with swing like a king.
It’s amazing.