-> "Troggin’"
Original Song Title:
"Truckin'"
(MP3)
Parody Song Title:
"Troggin’"
The Lyrics
Troggin’ in the boggy fen; knuckledheaded, these cavemen,
Together, they amount to swine. . .just keep hoggin’ on.
Laugh at the peons and cashin’ in from guys on Wall Street—
that’s down in New York; destroyed is what happened to Main Street.
These grifters and shitheads are rippin’ off everything they’ve seen;
they don’t worry about borrowing bling.
Dollars, many do they glean. Boostin’ us is this booty team.
Huge pork for the hog machine. Their patrons call, “Sooey!”
Friends of fat cats who get treats while they beat out of you bucks,
leavin’ you sighin’ and sittin’ and cryin’ at home,
Each time they bray, you know it’s just smoke they’re blowin’,
outrageous whores and clowns who loudly intone.
Troggin’ with the poobah men—they’ll take Euros, bucks, or yen.
Your time isn’t worth a dime in this troglodyte town.
Never lights are shinin’ on D.C.;
what they do, therefore, we can’t see.
Brazen constituency is all wrong, like ripoff kin.
What in the world ever became of speak plain,
like Harry Truman’s while on the whistle-stop train?
Rippin’ off bread; lyin’ and cheatin’ domain:
these men and women got no sense of shame.
Troggin' while they bugger yo’ butthole; steal yo’ gelt and dough;
rape hind and then they rape some mo’ and just keep soddin’ on.
Griftin’ and sharin’ none of the swag winnowed;
gonna rip you off and score again and again.
Though your pockets ain’t deep their hand will travel
to where you got a sawbuck or maybe a Benjamin.
Busted’s what you’re gonna be; gelt gone ’cause your paycheck’s thin.
Trog clowns come and go: swearin’ in another batch, we see
You’re sick of these hangers-on; a judge with a gavel
upon the bench bangin’ should send all of ’em on down
into the “stripey hole,” as say Droog Limeys
and then slam the door—do time should all of these clowns.
Never lights are shinin’ on D.C.
what they do, therefore, we can’t see
brazen constituency is all wrong, the rot’s within.
Troggin’ like the days of Rome’s empire, the Republic gone.
Like Rome: a bunch o’ corrupts clones/drones that just keep troggin’ on.
So how do these Trogs get votes?!
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