He's fixing the rolls; when the votes come in
To stop the kind he's not wantin'.
There his shills go.
Fillin' in petitions, stop you at the door,
They block your way while maunderin'.
It's all a show.

They annoy you while they natter; some are not too bright.
He's finding pawns to write,
He spurs them on.

See the people standing there at the Safeway
And Albertson's,
With clipboards. Get out of my way,
You dorks!

They're pains in the ass and they get in the way,
With programmed minds, they're maundering,
There his shills go.

And he really shouldn't chatter--shouldn't talk, just write
His vowels long, a fright--
Many diphthongs.

Drills his people: "Get it down! You work for me!
So learn the pitch to give 'em when you're at
The store door.

He's spending his time on money collecting;
With him, it's only pay-to-play.
It's all a show.

He's fixing the rolls; when the votes come in
To stop the kind he's not wantin'.
Where'd the bills go?