Poor Harold, he's drunk again,
And walking around the party in his bathrobe
And nothing else.
The first victims are the two innocent looking debutantes in the corner.
He flashes them, and they leave the party,
No longer feeling like innocent debutantes.
Now he's sticking his genitals
Into the fishbowl,
And giving it a stir.
The fish don't seem to mind,
And Harold is utterly pleased.
He's taking another shot of Hennessey,
And pondering his next move
When, almost to his delight,
He vomits on Charles' wife,
And proceeds to grab her breast as he says,
"I'm sorry."
Someone ought to end this debauchery,
And send Harold to bed.
But no one dares.
After all, it's his party we're enjoying,
And his champagne.
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