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Lyrics
Mr. Beauregard
Why would I have high regard for wealthy Mr. Beauregard
When Beauregard has no regard for me?
He's famous for his gold cigar, his trophy wives, his credit card
And narcissistic personality
You know I built the Tower of Beauregard for free
Because he stiffed me on the bill, then charged a fee
It was the end of my career and I guarantee
Mr. Beauregard has no regard for me
But there he preened on all the screens and magazines
His beauty queens would dance across his lap of luxury
When a friendly country showered him with treasure and empowered him
How could he call that friend an enemy?
So when he sold the country out from under you
When it was bad, and you were had, dead, done and through
How come you never could admit that it was true
Mr. Beauregard has no regard for you
When he fled with all the money
And the world economy
Crashed and burned, I landed hard
But I found a job as a prison guard
And that’s what put me right back on my feet
Because they sent him to my penitentiary
He was all dressed up in bright orange finery
Now we're just as close as two grown men can be
And Mr. Beauregard works very hard for me
