My prostate is filled with palladium
Which is even much stronger than radium.
Now each time I sneeze
It buckles my knees and
Turns on the lights in the stadium.
This guy from up north was a clown
Till his prostate turned ugly and brown.
He went under the beam
With the Dattolli team
Now he’s the happiest clown in the town.
When his prostate got him in trouble
He wanted to hide in a bubble.
He wrote Dattolli a letter
They made it “all better”
And pulled him right out of the rubble.
They aligned him with skill and great care,
Then zapped him through his underwear.
Now he’s fit as a fiddle
Singin’ hey diddle diddle
And high as a kid at the fair.
They stood there in fear of their fates
But when asked for the name cancer hates
They sang out “Dattolli”
And then Holy Moly!
Heaven opened its bright pearly gates.