Once I had a friend called Oliver Twisted,
  Who used to think he was a brand and gifted,
  Stupendisly handsome, Beautifully smart,
  He had no heart.
    On his own he was all alone,
  He wanted more than he ever got.
    Once I had a friend called Oliver Twisted,
  Who took life so slow that he occasionally missed it,
  Permanently senseless, never on his brain, he had no brain.
    Once I had a friend called Oliver Twisted,
  Who lived on the edge or so he insisted,
  Inteligently careless, hated rock and roll, he had no soul.