Where does one begin
When the art is such a sin
The dialogue is not much better
It makes me yell “Donnerwetter”
From elbow to shoulder, Tracys’ arm does not exist
Why oh why does the terrible art still persist
There are so many mistakes to see
In no way can we just let it be
The Maestro does his best to threaten
He’ll not be arrested for it I’m bettin’
Tracy as a cop is a flop
Stuck here in this worthless plot
Just when you think it can’t get any worse
The next day is so much more perverse
Well, as we have come to expect
That the strip will die of neglect
Its death will not be dignified
And Locher will be forever villified
Where does one begin When the art is such a sin The dialogue is not much better It makes me yell “Donnerwetter” From elbow to shoulder, Tracys’ arm does not exist Why oh why does the terrible art still persist There are so many mistakes to see In no way can we just let it be The Maestro does his best to threaten He’ll not be arrested for it I’m bettin’ Tracy as a cop is a flop Stuck here in this worthless plot Just when you think it can’t get any worse The next day is so much more perverse Well, as we have come to expect That the strip will die of neglect Its death will not be dignified And Locher will be forever villified