Brrr

When the lyric mode hits,
it’s a terrible burr I get
in my increasingly Scottish accent, brrr,
and-- ahem, brrr.

No cure once it starts, brrr,
and damned if I’m not in frrr it now, brrr.
There it is again, brrr. Excuse me, brrr, brrr.

Ahem. Ahem.
Ahem-- .

All clear.

So there it is, you see,
another prrrsona just pops in-- aarrrr! brrr brrr--
this time Adolph Menjou in kilts!