Who is your beast?

Who will feast on your head?

With your whip and your chair

Will you tame it instead?

With its snarling fangs

And its blood soaked maw,

And its Jaws

And its claws

There’s the thunderous pause,

Whilst the beast is restrained,

There’s a rip of applause

For the audience knows

The beast is no match

With your whip and your chair

And your shining top hat

You dominate any who get in your way,

So who will it be?

Whom will you tame?