The Ballad of Elon Musk
(Sung to the tune of “The Ballad of Sweeney Todd”)
Attend the tale of Elon Musk.
He fires folks from dawn till dusk.
He seems to treat their woes as zest.
And while he’s about it, he feathers his nest.
His gestures weird, his manner brusque—
That’s Elon Musk,
The chain-saw killer from Tesla.
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