Congress sleaze, scary trenchermen*
that glom lots on payday.
Each member “tithed” with pa-ayment
while he is locked away
from the world’s eyes; he has the power
to do things in this way.

So, mo’ tithings for Con men who destroy,
country-destroy.
Mo’, mo’! ti-ithings for Con men who destroy.

They’re bagmen for a heap o’ weal
and address us with scorn.
They, as the French say, “ma-anger”
from plenty in the horn.
These shiv-us mother’s nary work,
and that makes us forlorn.

From the blighting of Con men who destroy,
country-destroy.
There’s no fi-ighting the Con men who destroy.

Hogs at the trough, they’re fa-attened;
no sense have they of shame.
Their alleged job to she-epherd
laws, but it’s just a game.
They ply us with their schmaltz and corn,
claim they speak in our name.

They’re not biting the hand that is deployed
to give them toys
They’re invi-iting such hands that are deployed.

Fear not have they, so bra-azen
are their crimes day and night.
The system’s rigged to sa-ave them
from doing time. . .ain’t right!
Why do we put our trust in them
when they treat us like shite?

We are shite in eyes of those who destroy,
country-destroy.
And bullshi-ite is all that these Cons employ.

They’re getting lots of “ti-ithings”
from the fat-feline kind.
And their flocks they are flee-eecing;
post-shearing, they’re inclined
to shed shears, head to rear and splay
the cheeks of your behind.

They’re behind there to bugger you with joy,
bugger with joy.
Pine-nein gyne swine bind on hein’ splines to deploy.

They come to D.C., stenching fen,
after election day
and start right off to “ma-anger”
on a sawbucks soufflé.
To “patrons” they are knee-eeling
and take it in all way.

But no biting on patron’s glommed-on toys—
bite not those toys!
There’s no ri-ind on the tumid toys of goys.

Wow! Give to these whores rai-aises
when they move at a pace
slower than glacial?! Brotherhood
of felons in this place.
Their shtik is first to gri-ift us
then rub it in our face.

It’s a life of luxury thugs enjoy,
smug thugs enjoy;
ain’t real li-ife, all the comforts they enjoy.

Congress: hundreds of fools in House
who claim they feel our pain,
while in the back they shi-iv us
between counting their gain.
Their friends, like them are criminals
who have nothing to fear.

These sloth hogs put the country in arrears.
What’s that you hear?
Raising-revenue retinue raping rear.