His yap's open—oh sh!t. . .gonna tell ya dumb things.

A pest is Bill,
More dreck from Bill,
More dreck from Bill (says it every time)
A pest is Bill,

I don't think that the guy is just tellin' big lies,
Though he's in Faux News' corps.
It's just that the truth he doesn't recognize
Because his mind's a closed door.

Lives in a fake world that he makes up, up, up up.
An empty shill (blow-, blow-, blowhard),
He's a shill and a drone—
More dreck from Bill.
Keen is shrill when he drones,
Drones, empty shill.

Unlike Annie’s [Coulter] once Keith’s, Rush’s, Rachel’s [Maddow] din. . .
Laughin' all way to
The bank as they take their flocks in,
At least they know the truth.

He's in a fake world that he makes up, up, up up.
An empty shill (blow-, blow-, blowhard).
Say it no more times!
More dreck from Bill.
Wish he were a mime,
A pest is Bill.

Now it's just himself, he loves no one else—
To him nothing but "me."
With him it's spoken onanism, narcissism;
When he's on, he jerks off verbally.

He's in a fake world that he makes up, up, up up.
A pest is Bill (blow-, blow-, blowhard).
He's a shill and a drone,
A pest is Bill,
Keen is shrill when he drones,
Drones, empty shill,
It's the same tired old lines,
More dreck from Bill,
When he's bested, he whines,
A puss is Bill,
Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah,
Blow. . . fest from Bill.
He's a scam and a drone,
. . .smoke fest from Bill.
A low-rent Joe Pyne clone*,
Joe fest from Bill.


*Joe Pyne (December 22, 1924 – March 23, 1970) was an American radio and television talk show host, who pioneered the confrontational style in which the host advocates a viewpoint and argues with guests and audience members. In 1955, he lost the lower part of his left leg. Years later, in an interview with Paul Krassner [editor of "The Realist"], Pyne made disparaging remarks about Krassner's acne scars. Without missing a beat, Krassner asked Pyne if his wooden leg made it difficult for him to have sex with his wife, missing the opportunity to comment on Pine’s “woodie.”