“I eat gold bricks for lunch,
Diamonds for dessert, oil for cream.
My name is Beelzebub –
The master of stratosphere,
I am unbelievably cool…
and commonly respected.
In my left hand – a Snickers
In my right hand - a Mars.
My PR manager is Karl Marx.
I eat cities and drink seas,
My beard covers up the sky,
Thunder and lightnings,

fogs and rains.
Ministers and chiefs lick my boots.
In my left hand – a Snickers
In my right hand - a Mars.
My PR manager is Karl Marx.“