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Mystere the Mediocre,
Addicted to Poker.
Always wins he'll never lose,
Even when he's high on booze.
'Cause he's staring at the bunny girls,
Serving drinks until he hurls.
He's Mystere! Mystere the Mediocre....
Whenever there's a conflict,
He'll rush in with his huge stick.
He calls it a Blood Sword,
But it's really a nail in a two-by-four.
Bashing all villians' heads in,
There's no doubt that he will win.
He's Mystere! Mystere the Mediocre....
There's a crush he has on Jean,
It's not obvious but it can be seen.
But he hasn't had a girl in thirty years,
So someone like her would bring to life his fears.
So he stares at Mauri with interest,
The word for the day is incest.
He's Mystere! Mystere the Mediocre....
This is a story of a masked man,
Who can't find his way out of a tin can.
But somehow other people aren't as smart,
Because he knows how to play his part.
Or just because of a stupid mask,
No one knows who he is unless they ask.
He's Mystere! Mystere the Mediocre....
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