Eddie Echo

I would like to page Eddie Echo
To meet me in the Cafe Commons
Edward is the mastermind
He's the one who took the time
The reason why it is this way
He's the one who wrote
He's to blame
You may ask why it's a simple one
To explain to you about this song
His genius is beyond that of
A tattooed squirrel at feeding time
His theory is pure sublime
The audience sits in awe
Captured by his vocal flaw
So if 'ole Eddie Echo would make himself known
'Cause the royalties and loyalties he doth own
If only he would come around
For all this noise we'd shoot him down