One's in Satan's thrall and the other is sleeping:
Wile E. Retard and his veep.
I look at four more and I'm seized by long weeping
'Bout the retard and his veep.

I don't know if anyone polled you or what you told them, but
I don't know what feelings controlled you.
You bought; they sold, these two.

To look at the world you see most nations spurning
Wile E. Retard and his veep.
2000 mistake, yet many just weren't learning--
"Aye" the retard and his veep.

I sit and cry, 'cause we've reverted
To this perverted crew.
By now we have all been alerted,
Still they divert our loot.

I look at the mission and see that it's creeping. . .
Wile E. Retard and his veep.