Every morning a flight departs for Old Vienna.
Just drive your Hummer to the airport,
Make sure that you are toting your passport.
Secure screening, pass through,
White-knuckled hands clutch your cash-stuffed brief.
Noisily the plane starts to taxi,
Then it takes flight--we are free.

Dreamed (I had such sweet dreams last night)
You're leaving (going back to Oesterreich)
For home (you'd bought all the votes that money could buy)

Leaving for home after screwing up
Golden State for two long years. Bye, bye!

Fatherland beckons you; we gave you a dressing down.
F*cked up the state while you "governed" there
Glad-handed folks as you snared a huge share.
You went down when those hoodwinked saw
That you were a shady con.

You treated too many shabbily
Subtly--then egregiously.

Dreamed (you only thought of yourself)
You're leaving (thoughts only of gaining pelf)
For home (you snuggled up to some real scummy guys)

Leaving for home after screwing up
Golden State for two long years. Bye, bye!

The next morning I wake up, thinking he's far away.
But then my mate pulls up the window shade.
I'd just been dreaming, voter betrayed.

I (see how my face is so long)
Was dreaming (didn't really say "so long"); funk,
Funk is what I'm in 'cause he didn't fly.

I went outside and just stood there and cried
Oh so many tears.

I grieve at home. Cry! Cry!