Maybe I can clear a few things up:
There once was a man named Worrell-Ernest P. Worrell!
Even as a lad he was sensitive and caring
As cunning as a fox and as slippery as a herring
Whimsical and Mellow- A hale and hearty fellow
Not formal... Not normal!
There once was a man named Worrell-Ernest P. Worrell!
He's kindly as a saint but he'll never shirk a battle
To villains everywhere he's a burr beneath the saddle
He's nimble quick and brawny-His skin is smooth and tawny
Not mealy... Not really!
Ah ah ah ah! See the lightning fill the sky!
Ah ah ah ah! See the angry tide!
See the blinding rain come down 'Oh where is a hero now?' The children cried
He's inside... He went inside!
There once was a man named Worrell-Ernest P. Worrell
The hero of today is the legend of tomorrow
And whosoever crosses him shall live their life in sorrow
For lo the bridges burneth
That they may not returneth
To learneth... from Erneth!
There once was a man named Worrell-Ernest P. Worrell!
Let's celebrate this champion, this paragon of virtue
And should you be his foe, he'll be sorry if he hurts you
To some he's just a man but to others he's a beacon!
He sends his mother cash and he calls her every weekend!
He's punctual, he's affable, he's never quick to quarrel
He's moral... He's Ernest P. Worrell!
The kids who watched Titanic with their parents are growing up and making movies now