You got something to say; it's the same refrain.
Your catchwords are concurrently coy and lame.
Your lexicon, you clown,
Is weak and flat.
You're a troll and a bore (snore!);
Your cant's too pat.

Well, every time that you're talking,
You're just a bag of wind.
First you handed out your latest line,
Then you gripped and grinned.
A vexing con and clown (con and clown),
A creep and rat
(You're vexing clown, a creep and rat).
You're a troll and a bore (snore!),
Your cant's too pat.

Everybody's grieves
When you open your oral cove.
They start to leave.
You talk in a way that empties the place.

Can't listen to you 'cause you hand us a line.
It's cant that you're reeling off. . .just a talking mime,
You are just a vexing clown,
A sneaky rat.
You've told all this before (snore!),
Your cant's too pat.

Everybody's heaves
When you open your oral cove.
Then they get peeved.
They're walkin' away; there's egg on your face.

Can't listen to you 'cause you hand us a line,
How much do you pay for each vote that you're buyin'?
A reelected clown,
A cat that's fat.
You're a troll and a whore (score!).
Your cash cache--fat.