Thinks that he’s got a pretty ass
Problem is, this chest is flat
So he chose a moniker
A plethora, actually
Dressed up in drag, though he’s fat
And yet not a bit of this impedes his run
He should have been done

He says “Georgie”, he says “Tony”
Is either or are both phony?

Georgie, Tony, it’s baloney
It’s all a gross-stink con

He worked at Goldman
He says at one moment
Truth is, he’d stolen
In Brazil a whole bunch
At Goldman? That’s “no”, man
A whole bunch he’d stolen
It’s a revolting con

“So what if it’s all a great big con”?
Say his ’tard pards
They know, all of his ’tard pards
He helps deal winning cards

In Brazil there’s piranhas
Like Georgie, the conner
(Call George “piranha”?
Insult to piranhas)
Fraud George the conner
Had to be a goner
He figured they wouldn’t bother
To chase him for his latest con
But later, his trail they got on

Brazil after, he’s still a grafter
Once a scammer, always a scammer
After, grafter, scammer. Slammer’s
The hole that should fit this con

He is a grifter, a chronic loot lifter
He is a swindler, claims he’s great as Schindler
A grifter, a swindler. Nothing but perjury
It’s called a gross-grift con

“So what if it’s all a great big con”?
Say his pard ’tards
They know, all of his pard ’tards
They need this sack o’ lard

His claims are noisome
and well beyond irksome
Although the boy’s dumb
To his crew he’s worth something
For their ongoing Congjob
Part and parcel of their great big con
Trolls’ grift-whole-country conjob