Congress Head Case

He's found a home, Congress,
A new home, Congress.

Congressional Chorus:
He is going to hold sway.
Now that moderates are going away.
He'll cater to fun-
Damentalists and chums
Of those who would squelch our freedoms today.
He sounds like a tough guy when he speaks,
But he's really sick, timid, and weak.
He got a high chair--
Leader of a large share
Of colleagues who, just like him, are freaks.

So, if you cross him, you
Will feel his wrath.
Head case, sucking off plunder,
Abusing his staff,
Taking his constituents for a ride
All during his reign,
Yet they stay by his side.

He's the Hill bully,
A scam and cheat,
The nastiest bagman
You could ever meet.
When he leaves, his smell lingers,
And it is not sweet.

He yammers about the right to bear arms;
"The Hammer" knows how to turn on cracker charm.
He's got a really bad toupee of hair
That looks like it came from a mangy bear.

He's filled with bullshit
A scam and a cheat
The nastiest bagman
You could ever meet.
Jackasses voted him leader,
Gave him this high seat. . . .