The Maven

Here comes the Maven, he's coming around
 He's such a connoisseur, he's such an autograph hound, yeah
 He's got 60 yes-men and they tend to agree
 There's a long black book without any eyes
 He's got my number but he's got your size, yeah
 And if you measure up then a sure trick'll be wise
 Just turn the light off when you go (he hates the dark)
 Just tell the jury all you know (was just a lark)
 We'll send a sign to you over the sea
 There goes the Maven, sowing his seed
 One for the rock, one for the hand that feeds, yeah
 He reaps the harvest with his sleight of hand
 Just say the magic word and he's at your side
 Beware his tender touch, his plans are chilly and wide, yeah
 Sleeps through the winter in a white quiet land
 Here is the Maven, draining the cup
 He takes your arm and then he eats you up, yeah
 There is a surfeit of everything you crave
 Here is the Maven, signing the check
 He bought us dinner so what the fucking heck, yeah
 There is a surplus of everything you save