Achios is his name
But on Saturday night he became
Pistachios
After a row on the street
A man he just happened to meet
Stitched Achios
He's the sexiest man in the world
So, happy, indeed, is the girl
Who kissed Achios
His wife is as strong as a man
She, once, with a frying pan
Hit Achios
So, languishing now in jail
He wonders how he will explain
His sitachios
Of course, Achios is a Greek
With tufts of hair on his cheek
And mistachios
Achios has a ship
There's a figure carved out on the tip
With titachios
His mother, who stayed living at home
When Achios set out to roam
Missed Achios
But they say his father did not
For he, when his son was a tot
Ditched Achios
Whatever, whoever to blame
Now he rues the night he became
Pistachios
Whatever, whoever to blame
Now he rues the night he became
Pistachios
Achios is his name
But on Saturday night he became
Pistachios