He’s a large man, like a swine, on the scene just arrived,
Less than 5 foot six, weighs ’bout 245,
Not too broad at the shoulder, got epicene lips,
And everybody knows they’d better worship Kim Dung-Euw!n
(Dung-Euw!n, Kim Dung-Euw!n).

Just like his old man, he’s an ugly gnome;
He’s a grifter and a clown with palatial home.
He hasn’t said much yet, cause he’s the new guy;
As with the old man, his mouth’s full of pie, stooge Dun-Euw!n.

His country represents what Orwell did mean—
One of the most repressive that’s ever been seen
Because every freedom has been banned;
Hellhole’s nearly bad as a Khmer Rouge promised land
(Dung-Euw!n, Kim Dung-Euw!n).

For Kim and all his stooges, things are just fine—
Sippin’ cognac, smokin’ Cubans, drinkin’ fine wine.
Meanwhile, his subjects eat mud and grass;
He’s in the palace, chowin’ down on foie gras, Dung-Euw!n.

He’s like pus that ya poke from a zit that’s swelled;
There’s no hope for this country till his family’s felled.
He’s the third in a line of grotesque gnomes
That have turned the populace into skin and bones, Kim goons
(Dung-Euw!n, Kim Dung-Euw!n).

And every single one of them’s forced to love
The porcine whoreson who to them stands far above;
If they don’t, Kim’s stooges put ’em in a grave;
The 99 percent there are enslaved—they’re doomed.

His jackoff daddy recently cut down
By an attack; they put him in the ground.
Then everyone was forced to moan and cry,
And if they didn’t, they would be sure to die by Kim-Euw!n
(Dung-Euw!n, Kim Dung-Euw!n).

Before that ugly and bloated fat worthless shit
And his henchmen goons are sent to Satan’s pit,
Hell’s likely to freeze because the plan
Is to keep in slavery each child, woman and man—all doomed.
(Dung-Euw!n, Kim Dung-Euw!n)