He spoke naught a word, thinking "Mario, you fucking jerk"

Slipped out the back, revved up his truck, and sped off to work

As he fixed people's pipes, his spirits rose

While he pulled up his pants and picked his nose

When he went home at the noon-day whistle

Luigi flew home pretty quick, like the down of a thistle

And he heard the police scream at him as he drove out of sight

Flipping the bird and screaming back "GOOD NIGHT!"