Pray—Ah-men—just a little bit longer.
Me, I won’t tell y’all, that this couldn’t be wronger.
Now, this scam ain’t all mine;
It’s a conjob o’ swine.
I’ve assembled lots of wacks here, and we’ll score

[falseprophetto]

More o’ your dimes.
So, won’t you pray while I laugh, then I’m gonna
Fleece those who pay here; please pay—fill my till
Fill my till.

First I’ll fleece these nitwits, then I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I
Will look past bein’ gov’nor, so I can vi-i-i-i-i-i-ie

[falseprophetto]

For, for, for, for, for an office that is stronger.
Me up in D.C., hell, that couldn’t be wronger!
Hear my come-on: come one, pray!
Con job, con job, con job—pray!!
Come-on, come-on, come-on—pay!!!!!!!!!!!!