Which zone did you spin,
Billy Boy, Billy Boy?
Which E-zone’d you spin,
snarling Billy?
Women from whom you’d seek swives
were not any of your wives.
You’re a scum thing;
your pal Ailes is another.

Did they bid you for a tryst,
Billy Boy, Billy Boy?
Did they bid you for a tryst,
smarmy Billy?
It was you who bid for trysts,
like the Ailes misogynist.
You’re both thug things,
one as bad as the other.

Did you call one “cherry pie,”
Billy Boy, Billy Boy?
Did you call one “cherry pie,”
charmless Billy?
You might have used “cherry pie,”
but “hot chocolate” was one cry.
You’re a yuck thing,
and sponsors ducked for cover.

Like the guy with orange hair,
Billy Boy, Billy Boy.
Like the guy with orange hair,
harmful Billy.
But unlike he with that hair,
you had to pay a large share
of your much bling
to keep court cases smothered.

Where will you go now,
Billy Boy, Billy Boy?
Where will you go now,
farmed-out Billy?
Will Fox no more be the nexus
for suchlike wretched sexists?
You’re a dumped “king”;
your pal Ailes is another.