The sun goes down
The creep walks in
You can see Stuart Smally
With that sh*t-eating grin

You feel your gorge
As it starts to rise
You stammer out objections
While his slobber flies

You’re out of your mind
With horror and dread
His hands reach up
To grip both sides of your head

He licks his lips
He just can’t wait
The tongue it goes in
He’s sealed your fate
Nobody knows if he’s going
When his resignation begins

Cause he belongs in that city
Prowling late every night
Working by the river Potomac
Groping women on sight
He was born, what a pity
Election won by deceit
If only he
Had self-control
Can you be more discreet

When he said goodbye
You just stood there stunned
Trying to just block out
What the hell he’d done

Now you start to gag
And you’re feeling sick
Can’t believe the nerve
Of this Midwest hick
Still don’t know if he is going
Or if he’s still under a cloud

Cause he belongs in that city
D.C. shivers with fright
Living with the curse that is Congress
Franken prowls there at night
SNL to the Senate
Comedy to a seat
In the halls
Of power there
Oh, the humanity

You can feel it

You can taste it

You can see it

You can’t face it

Hear his tongue flick

You’re gonna be sick

You wanna up-chuck

Cause you can’t take it

He belongs in that city
Prowling late every night
He belongs in that city
D.C. shivers with fright
He belongs
He belongs