What a little slime, you gave up your daddy's wine
To do a cocaine line,
Never did any time,
Didn't you?
Your advisors began to fear.
They said, "Better stick to beer;
You'll ruin you political career."
You thought they were all kidding you.
You knew your daddy's friend, Dutch,
The one with the common man touch,
Would protect you from reporters and such.
But now you don't stand so tall.
Now you'll do anything at all,
Just to make yet another big drug deal.
Oh, how does it feel?
Yeah, how does it feel?
To be going straight down,
Watching your daddy frown,
Just like a cokehead clown.