She's got lots of friends that have their own ends in play
It's nothing that she's gonna say
Keeps mainly mum, even at times plays dumb
She sails on, telling tales

She's lying with each breath she breathes
And so no one really believes
The mendacious morsels she bequeaths
She's there to view, Barrett ruser, faux
Nearly a mime, she sits almost silently
She's evasive purposely
The lights are on, keep us in the dark's her game
Acting tame

There's no need to pour it on thick
The whole charade's nothing but shtik
She's gonna turn, turn, turn, turn tortoise tort tricks
Yuge Barrett ruser, oh yeah
Quell me, quell you…her purpose fed
By Scalia's ghost she's led

She's adept at misleading you
Her evasiveness will vex
The obfuscation track
Means she's playing it cool, till she illy rules

Her spiel ain't nothin' but shtik, so
Get ready for Mitch's sick pick
She's gonna turn us back to yearnin' to burn a witch
Ruuuuse Barrett, Barr'occluder, Barren truther