Now, if there’s a smile on a face,
it’s only there trying to fool the public.
They’re part of a clownish fooling crew—
they’re clumsy trying to do the gov. shtik.

Don’t let the glad expressions
give you the wrong impressions.
’cause they’re really bad. Oh, they’re badder than bad.
They’re a scourge—so much more than a tad.
Watch these clowns; they’ll kick you in the nads, oh yeah!

Hell-sent, they’re bad things in our land;
they’re badder even than the Klan.
So here come the clowns; now it’s time to leave town.
Oh yeah, craven, craven. Oh so craven, craven.

Now, if I appear to be nasty,
it’s because I’m grieving at their badness.
The situation’s so bad I cry—
there’s nothing I can do to stop the madness.
Such a reprehensible crew,
incomprehensible crew.
Just hot air they blow; such bullsh*t they crow:
f**king scourge, and away they won’t go;
They’re just putting on a faux show.

Well, there’s some bad things in this land,
such as “leaders” who grandstand.
The jeers of these clowns are incessant unbound.
Oh yeah, craven, craven. Oh so craven-crazy.

Schmuck types, panderarchy ids,
nearly all of them have flipped their lids.
Smiling as they mouth their lies,
these Venusians in disguise.
This year, clutch of clowns is out, lurking about. Oh, so time wasting.

Don’t let the glad expressions
give you the wrong impressions.
It’s phony smiles they wear.
A new one for you they’ll tear.