They’re in league with the lobby men
and the one percent at the top,
annoying us every day
with their loud semantic slop.
They’re shiftless—a cadre of rats;
their integrity is nil.
Whenever they’re blathering
only serves to make me ill.

[chorus]
Most people don’t like ’em:
f**kups in Congress,
f**k the Congress!
But their patrons love ’em!
suckups in Congress,
f**k the Congress!


They’re just in it for profit—
that’s what is goin’ down.
Degenerates who’re wasteful
in that lazy Congress town.
Legislators have been bought off
in a “job” that’s really plum.
Our pockets they are pickin’;
as at us their noses thumb.
The goons in the Mafia
will treat you fair,
unlike reps who rail.

[chorus]

The blowhards in their Temple
are bringing the swag in.
They get the voters fooled,
then do the bagman thing.
They’re masters of misdirection. . .
legislative leg’demain.
This crowd always grifts,
’cause they’re on the gravy train.

[chorus]

These legislative blighters
do not do shit to earn their pay,
which is a mere drop in the bucket
when it’s pay to play.

Congressional Mafia is
chauffeured here and there.
These steaming piles treat you,
never, fair and square.

The goons in this Mafia are
running free there.
They should be in jail.

[spoken throughout the last chorus]
It’s a rotten Congress:
fundamentalists, nuts, fakers
and patron-potlatch-takers.