They make me hurl; when they babble, it's pain;
These suit sluts can drive you insane.
They make me ill; I need a pill--
Goon dreck, graceless, snake pols are liars.
They get elected, then steal all our money;
They do us wrong and escape puni-
shment. . .do no time for their crime--
Goon dreck, graceless, snake pols are liars.

Kissin' babies, ooooh, sure should.
Give 'em rabies.
They're gonna f**k you, that is understood.

For crime, no time,
Gutter grov'llin' churls are all slime, slime, slime.

They screw your tail, then it's riven, your bum;
You squeal, hurtin', but they're havin' fun.
Sc*mbags waste the tax bucks, suck up gravy--
Goon dreck, graceless, snake pols are liars.

Kiss the nates, ooooh! tastes good.
Pass the plate, please,
When they're down at the K Street neighborhood,
They'll find gold mine,
Gutter grov'llin' churls for each dime, dime, dime.

They never fail to get greased palms and thumb;
They're scurrilous worms; they scurry for scum,
On the take: if you're fat cat ya pay 'em--
Goon nest, snake nest. . ."take" pols, ya buy 'em.