Wing[nut] wrong, the witch has fled.
Which witch bitch? The wicked witch.
Wing[nut] wrong, the wicked witch has fled.
Woke up, sleepy heads, opened eyes, sensed then the dread,
Woke up, sent her to the undead.
She’s gone where the godless go:
Below, “no” vote bestowed.
O’Do’s bid was closed up.
This wing’ thing was voted out.

Wing’ wrong, now there she goes;
Sing “bye-bye,” sing “f**k, no!”
“Betcha”’s ho’
The thick-head witch is dead.

She ain’t playin’ in scum-pit city,
Where our bounty is scammed by the cons.
No welcome for her in D.C.
It’s been verified legally
That he,
Not she,
Will be
Sent to the city
That’s morally and ethically,
Spiritually entirely,
Positively, absolutely
Dead.

The vote counters have since averred
She definitely got the bird
From people who voted and said,
“Your hopes, you dope, are clearly dead.”

So this is a day of independence
From galling Munchkin, Satan’s descendant.

It’s “amen!”
Let the joyous news be spread:
The wicked ’hole witch at last has fled.