I'm not one of the boys,
But I yell at them and scold
While I maunder in committee.
I'm in Congress, so I mumble and break promises.
I am a pest
Like a man, sheared off my longer locks, the barber did his best.

When I left my home and went to D.C. I was feeling pretty buoyed,
But I soon found all were deranged
With their lying and their proclamations , running mouths,
Baying ho's, pimping for nickels and quarters
From the richest people, mo'
Is what they are cravin' in power and dough.

Lie, lie, lie

The taxpayers pay our wages, but we do a lousy job
And we take all offers
From the lobbying whores on K Street, that avenue
Houses fakers that are so loathsome
They make Fox News look fair.

Blah, blah, blah

We've got big bankrolls, we're slimy,
We logroll mendaciously.
Mainly gold's what we want 'cause at base we're mainly thieves--
This is the usual.
We chuck chump change;
Anyone who gives chump change is not even playing the game,
Give chump change and you're not even in the game.

Lie, lie, lie

So I'm laying out my modeling clothes and showing off my home--
What a home, at odds with my bleeding heart liberality.
But D.C.
Is not my home.

(chorus)
Not endearing is B. Boxer, no delight in her tirades,
And she yammers past the timer, her slot's up but she won't step down
And blusters till they cry out: "Too much blather, please refrain
And be leaving, we'll be heaving
If you don't right now abstain."

Blah, blah, blah
Lie, lie, lie