Blah, blah, blah, blah. . . .

It looks like you are a clone of the putz on top;
If you're in, failed policies aren't likely to stop.
When he's gone, there'll be an Aegean Stables chore--
Trouble is, you're gonna be the same type of whore.

Lipstick on the porker masks the tales you spew;
Lipstick on the porker--redone W.
You're telling a corker: that D.C. change you'll do.
It's lipstick on a porker. . .one's running with you.

Paraphrase came unto me; Parker phrase, I think:
Can feed a porker culture, but can't make her think.
This ticket's a scary twain: pig bull in a dress
And a makeup artist who'll hew to current mess.

Lipstick on the porkers: tail and what you spew,
Lipstick on the porkers: hock-y mom and you.
Got himself a sore cur, who'll rouge before a chew;
Their riff-shtik is a corker. . .told some tales, those two. Oy!

Tex tells tall tales too, damn!

Sold their tale to you, huh?