Trevor Stains of the knightsbridge plains, A devious devil of devilish fames, A man of electronic and metal frames, A man who would shout outrageous claims, A man who would never take any blames, A man who jumped headfirst into the Thames, A man whose legs are forever lames, A man who raged during video games, A man who lost his sense of shames,
Oh Trevor Stains, oh Trevor Stains, You fame wanes and your focus trains, You chose to blames the other dames But we all know, Trevor Stains, We all know what you will not explains, Your disdains and your pains, So drains all your gains from working Your domains, you need not abstains, We’re onto you Stains, oh Trevor Stains.
We obtains all the chains your evil plans strains via all world’s mainframes, And you shall not complain or try to refrain From the defeat of the brains of the heroic Chaplains who pertains to the Captains of the Conglomerate Mountains.
Trevor Stains, you devil I maintains, You can escape through terrains, To your evil suzerains, and I shall remains Your justice in chains.