Trouble

HEAD DEMOCRAT:
Well, either you're closing your eyes
To a situation you do now wish to acknowledge
Or you are not aware of the caliber of disaster indicated
By the presence of the unstable fool in our community.

We got trouble, my friends, right here,
I say, trouble in this riverside city.
Why sure I'm a bills player,
I consider that the hours I spend
Holding out my hand are golden.
It takes judgement, brains, and venality to score
In the bilking game.
I say that any boob can take
And shove a wad in a pocket.
And they call that sloth.
I say, first, medicinal wine from a teaspoon,
Then beer from a bottle.
An' the next thing ya know,
He quits drinkin' and is
Spendin' our money
Make your blood boil?
Friends, lemme tell you what I mean.
There's a difference between the way
We gentlemen line our pockets and a Bush,
With a capital B,
Which don't rhyme with F, and that stands for fool!

CONGRESSIONAL CHORUS:
Trouble, oh we got trouble
In this riverside city!
With a capital T,
Which don't rhyme with F,
And that stands for fool,
That stands for fool.
We've surely got trouble!
In this riverside city!
Right here!
Gotta figger out a way
To get voters to put back the mule.
Trouble, trouble, trouble, trouble, trouble. . .