Paul Revere rode upon his steed
With his big beer belly gut hung down to his knees
From his horse only once did he fall
With his big thick glasses that old man was bald
Riding for three days and six nights
Paul Revere warned Lexington of the fight
The british arrived and he fled like a duck
he made it to Concord with a bit of luck
We all know that Revere was the best
He had a big pink battleship tatood on his chest
The militia stood ready when the british arrived
My name is not Tom and this poem was a lie