He's just havin' fun
Havin' fun, havin' fun
Shrouded was his "gun"
Shrouded gun, mounting none!
He's at the place of Jeffrey
Where girls weren't at liberty
Pedophiles at play
Some would say to girls "Hey
Make your 'daddy' glad"
To word "glad" N they'd add
One of them who was supine
Kept one thing on all the time

Underwear, underwear
He was girded, his spur wasn't bare
So no wanks were coming
The Yank weren't coming
No finger-thumbing
He would swear
Scum prepared younger fare
So the girls in this world were ensnared
And some were under, some of them under
Legal age, but he claimed he's chaste in underwear

Mounting was this "gun"
Mounting gun, scoundrel son
Andy's havin' fun
With an underage one
Hoisted man who'd later try
Unconvincingly to lie
A lickerish Brit
What the Brits call a "git"
Haughty, naughty, rank
Did he give her a spank?
His mum not proud, what'd she do?
Without thinking vowed "Go screw"!

Over there, over there
'cross the pond a mad mom, nostrils flared
But this Yank now cons us
The Yank now cons us
Like Clinton who claimed that no air
Went down where air is snared
In the lungs, he said none's gulped down there
We watched in wonder, laughable blunder
But no need to wonder
Yank wore no underwear
Again he'll sunder
The truth, no wonder
That they hired this bunkster, 'bout truth, he doesn't care