Well his Fox squawkin’ finally ended today;
No more can folks watch the pox of demented elf.
You can still listen to his toxic-talk brew,
Of which not a word is true,
On the radio, where he’ll still pitch gold pelf.
’cause the all headcase, gone.
He was spielin’ con,
No more is this nitwit on,
Loon, loon, loon. . . .

On the blackboard he wrote of a wonderland of lies;
Even orthography he just could not get right.
I remember how this churl had Bachmann-like crazy eyes—
That pair could really make a benighted blight, a fright!

Man is all headcase, gone.
He was spielin’ con,
No more is this dipshit on,
Goon, goon, goon. . . .

Well we know that his ratings were going down:
Advertisers said, “Of this crap, we are free!”
They watched and were not happy ’bout this idiot’s domain—
A main reason he’s no longer on TV.

’cause he is all headcase, gone.
He was spielin’ con,
No more is this idjit on,
’cause the all headcase, gone.
He was evil’s spawn,
No more is this dickhead on,
Yes the squall-dreck is gone,
All dreck is gone.
Bawl blight, nighty-night!