The attorney general may be the worst creep in it,
An administration that is asleep at the switch.
Well you have to admit, about all he can say
Is "I don't know," "can't recall"; he's. . .

Just a startled flunkey,
A smarmy monkey.
The evidence is not yet found,
The email's gone, the system's down.
A smarmy flunkey.

If Al weren't a monkey shmuck, he'd make a job transition,
But he and organ grinder wage a war of attrition.
No discovery's released,
But the pressure has increased;
Monica II's blow job may attack
Al the smarmy flunkey.

If Goodling speaks out truthfully
Then the monkey's cover's blown, maybe
(He's the dumbest of all the AGs),
The artless flunkey.

Al's not a brave man; he's a knave man
Just one flunkey in this mob of churls.
Ick! All are most inept on record.

Well, you have to admit:
Justice fell a long way
Since smirking chimp Al's AG; he's. . .

Just a startled monkey,
A smarmy flunkey.
This simpering chimp should step down;
His apeshit boss wants him around
To wag the doggie
In bog of D.C.