Day after day, callers so shrill
the man with the foolish grin is popping painkilling pills.
And nobody wants to know him, they can see that he's just a fool.
And he never seems to notice he's
a fool on the pills, sees his luck going down
and the eyes in his head see the vultures come 'round.

Well on the way, head in a cloud
the man of a thousand falsehoods bashing Democrats loud.
And nobody seems to hear him, or the wind he appears to break.
And he don't give no right answers, but
the fool on the pills sees his luck going down
and the eyes in his head see the vultures come 'round.

And nobody seems to like him, they can see that he's so untrue.
All he's got left are his feelings, and
the fool on the pills sees his luck going down
and the eyes in his head see the vultures come 'round.

Ohhhh, oh-whoahhhh! And 'round and 'round and 'round!

And he never listens to them, he still thinks that Rushie rules!
We don't like him!
The fool on the pills sees his luck going down
and the eyes in his head see the vultures come 'round.

Oh, and 'round and 'round and 'round and 'round.
Ohhhh, whoa-oh-oh-oh!