Wielder of words lyrics

Wielder of words is steeped within traditional verbs and curiously a dented top hat discovered in the moonlit Laundromat A busted cheroot is smoking on the heel of his boot His opera is torn thru' the haste of operatic oyster eating evenings of waste Sleek astrakhan, reclining on a chippendale stand so sad they should be owning a man who's thicker than the forestry from where they began. Robard de Font Le Roy