To my friend, Benito , my old Saint

Of public transport and of looking after

Abbisinya ( Ethiopia)

You have changed little

Perhaps your accent , your hair more dramatic, and instead of pasta you now eat hamburger

Quite a lot from what I hear

Your ending will be your beginning

Strung up on a pole ,

Now that’s something to see

The ratings will be good that’s

For sure

It all washes away in the rain, everything , nothing will be left

Not even a memory