It’s more corrupt than Chicago,
It’s the baddest sharper town—
A bunch o’ ho’s down there
Who will grab their share;
Runnin’ scams is the leech-boys crowd.

Loud leech boys, more than trouble,
A creepy and a stealin’ corps.
It’s a clown-town wasteland
Fief of ethics rubble—
There cons go to escape stir.

Well, it’s bad, BAD leech-boys town,
Baddest scam that you’ve ever found,
Badder than old King George—
They’re stealin’ cash. . .then down the gorge.

Now leech boys bought by gamblers;
It’s Wall Street that they like the most.
To these guys they’re slaves, and it’s in the pink
Recesses that they’ve got their nose.

They say, “Those customs Continental
Mean the door to the poorhouse; you
Gotta leave it to us—we’re a lot you can trust!”
And then the rape us and we rue.

’cause it’s bad, BAD leech-boys town—
Baddest scammers you’ve ever found,
Badder than old King Lou,
They’re stealin’ bread from me and you.

Come Friday, out of town they go,
Leech boys scoot for vice—
Some will go into a bar,
Pick up girls or boys, yes,
And latch on just like lice.
Well they stand, these guys, for “honor,”
Each a family-values man. . .
These leech-boy clowns start a messin’,
Then ’fessin’ while Pat* and his pals grease their hand.

’cause they’re bad, BAD leech-boys clowns,
Bad philanderers caught with pants down.
Badder than old King Dick;
They’re keepin’ the faith—that’s their shtik.

Well these stooge men are a blight ’n’
Make me puke when they scarf for more—
Leech boys root like a pig for truffles. . .
Dig for money to steal and con.

’cause they’re bad, BAD screech-noise clowns;
Fats cats tell ’em, “Blow me!” they get down.
Badder than King Ubu,
They’re keepin’ us in deep doo-doo.


*Robertson