this song is for tubbo ehm ehm The men up there don't like a lot of blabber They think a boy who gossips is a bore! Yet on land it's much preferred for gentlemen not to say a word And after all dear, what is idle babble for? Come on, they're not all that impressed with conversation True gentlemen avoid it when they can But they dote and swoon and fawn On a gentleman who's withdrawn It's he who holds her tongue who get's a man Come on you poor unfortunate soul