We three Narcs will never change
One is a Greater this one’s Mid Range
As for the other, could be a Lesser
But he is certainly strange
O we make you wonder when we’re cruel
Grab your interest when we play cool
Always trying mainly lying
Give to us us that perfect fuel
He’s Mid Range, such a pussy
Fail to invite him he gets fussy
He’ll soon be crying, then it’s more lying
As he seeks your pity
O we like to take you for a fool
Doesn’t matter whichever school
Always cheating so competing
Give to us that perfect fuel
Yes he’s a Lesser it’s become clear
Hell of a temper rules with fear
Nothing upstairs but he has no cares
Now get his smokes and his beer
O over you we have to rule
Ever present like some ghoul
Always deflecting often reflecting
Give to us that perfect fuel
I’m a Greater it’s plain to see
Brilliant, magnetic, goddamn sexy
Rules forever ceasing never
You can call me HG
O altogether practise GOSO
Rigid no contact excuses no
Logic freely emotion’s silly
Once you know, it’s time to go.