Chorus:
He decides enough bugs, he has killed 'em.
Politics he's sighting.
So he takes up kissass whoring,
Gets his lips on the butt of the right wing.
Guy who once killed bugs has now become
Himself a verminous monstrosity.
Speaking like a boor,
Becomes a model of political pomposity.

Like a fox, Tom D is a crazy sh*t.
He seizes on Jesus because
He'll play the praying bit
To the faux-faith slaves
Who infernally rave.

Astounded, he can sense
That they're so dense
And piles it on.
He will tell them anything,
'Cause he's such a slimeball.
Picks his 'ho's, they're vile,
Pokes his tongue up their red ring.

Then he buys their love,
At least their votes, and so it means
That he will go to shiten
Washington, D.C.. . .
Major feat in place already grossly enshitened.

Like a fox, Tom D. is a crazy sh*t.
He seizes on Jesus because
He'll play the praying bit
To the faux-faith slaves
Who infernally rave.

Is Tom D. a fairy
'Cause he fresses scary
Guys where they set air free?
Or a buy-votes slave?

Tom D:
Here's free
Money.
Deal me
D.C.

Chorus:
Seamy, mucky, sleazy, stealie.

Meanie with small weenie,
Tom D goes to D.C.
Tom D's very schemy.
How can we be saved?