Dick, Dick, what about Dick?
Is there some dreadful mystery hidden in his history?
Dick, Dick, his mile is short of yards.
I don’t think he is playing from a full deck of cards.
Everybody likes Dick.
Everybody wants Dick.
Though he seems to be a sandwich short of a full picnic.
Dick. Dick’s a cappuccino with no foam.
The lights are on but is there really any-body home?