The demon spits and walks away whenever T walks in
The pastors cough and chat away about his many sins
A mixer and a maker and a mod behind the scenes
He makes a fool of those who think his methods are obscene
He won't accept the detriment of those considered less
And shuns the ladies aid brigade and their left-righteousness
He leaves a trail behind him filled with flame and smoke and ash
And when he leaves a calling card it spells out TEDDY BASH
He agitates the constables when he arrives in town
With customary notices to clear out by sundown
But he ignores their rhetoric till he gets his repast
And leaves on many lady lips the taste of Teddy Bash
Over this wide creation, he creates a sensation when he appears
Thorngauge can't escape desecration, or inebriation, when the chemist is near
The ladies love his intellect and post-hypnotic ways
The gentlemen respect him for his bold and steely gaze
With elixirs that'll fix ya from your head down to your gash
The intoxicated toxicologist, his name is Teddy Bash
Don Juan with a drink in hand, his name is Teddy Bash
Drummer for the drink brigade, his name is TEDDY BASH