There once was a boy named Tony
Who was very, very bony
He was as thin as a plank
His skin color was blanc
And he ate a lot of baloney
When he pooped it all out
It was the color of grout
Therefore his stomach went into a terrible drought
No water was found, so his hands were then bound, to the table of Dr. Mahoney
The hands of Tony, the skinny boy Tony, was given to the Doctor's maid.
For Tony was bony, so very bony, that he had no other choice than to be slain.
The life of Tony, the skinny boy Tony I wrote in a message today.
No matter how bony, how much they resemble Tony, their life should be spared on this day.
For all you out there, for all of you that dare.
I promise you Tony will see.
He still lives on, turn this into a song, the skinny Tony Demeur.
There is still a boy named Tony, he is still very very bony.
But give him a chance, just one more good chance, and you'll come to love young Tony.