The Perfectionist Lyrics by Saga

The Perfectionist

Ellery Sneed had one great need
To do everything just right,
If things were not planned and all done by hand
He would ready himself for a fight
One afternoon while sitting alone
He came to a great realization
When it's his turn to die
Will there be enough time for plenty of planned preparation
With a few minutes thought his decision was clear
A fate most perfectly neat
Not a friend could remain to witness his death
So a terminal wine he would treat.
The plan was to hold a very large feast
Serving the wine at the end
Joining the fun would be everyone
He'd been calling his friend
Invitations went out, all guests did arrive,
The meal looked a great success,
Deciding the time he brought out the wine,
Up stood a familiar guest.
Here's a toast to our gracious host
Said Ell's friend Billingford Bluffer
Never in my life will I taste but a bite
Of a more perfectly planned out supper.