Steve...he wears his hair in a Weave
He rides in a Pony on WEP...and will mash you like a step!
You look up and with a lurch...you see Steve on his perch!
He screams earthward toward his foe...spewing 50Cal's of woe!
When, in a flash he has made his pass...you think do I smell gas?
The flames are hot and begin to sting...its hard to fly with only one wing
No need to be sour...cause your back in the TOWER!
Can you like Steve?...he wears his hair in a Weave!
