Hell's Dick, euw! Not a man, a loathsome pest.
He's fire's mate and he's irate. . .stented chest.
Head that's Dick's sports rouge 666.

Well he lies in Chicago and L.A.
More than two thousand years old today.
Head that's Dick's sports rouge 666.

Hell, he totes for St. Luey, brings on misery.
Dope he molds ain't witty; his mojo's sh!tty.
He eats armadillo, called-up-from-Texas shmoe.
Hag gaffe is his momma; stoner is each daughter.
Iraq, he's Czar; sand. . .burnin' dinars.

Oozing from Dick's lips, a fiery drip.
He bakes where gall and sulfur mix.
Head that's Dick's sports rude 666.

Hell, he toasts to St. Luey, job: bring misery.
George in coma; Dick C. is oh so tricky.
He sees army will go; called up for Texaco.
Man from Arizona would make the same boner:
Iran hollers--sand. . .burnin' dollars.

Oozing from Dick's lips, a fiery drip.
His pate has malefactor scrip'.
Head that's Dick's sports Lu's 666.