He was elected, wingnut raised and corn fed
Teabags dragging on the chamber floor
He did what he had to do, to get southern boys to vote for you
To grease the wheels to get you in the door
But he must have said some things
Made them think that he was strange
Made them wonder if he was one of them
Call the man and question him but he wouldn't make amends
So they had to reel the poor boy in
He was an absolute piece of shit to tell the truth
But he never told the truth to me
He never told the truth to you, don't think he ever set out to
He was indifferent to honesty
His positions were pre-ordained to help conceal his vast disdain
For anything that lessened his appeal
His integrity was phoning in, totally Nixonian
Honing in the art of making deals, woo!
He was a piece of work, more or less a total jerk
His own mama called him an SOB
He never worked an honest day, just kissed up to a better way
To sell the cow that you could get for free
When he got out of line, they snatched him up from behind
And put him in a box with fancy trim
Rolled him out for all to see his rendezvous with destiny
Someone else will play the part of him
Someone else will play the part of him
Someone else will play the part of him
Someone else will play the part of him
Someone else will play the part of him
