Some Trogs sent to Congress, God on their side. Amen
Some Trogs went to Congress, God on their side. Amen
Whores and sh*twits in this tide, uh-huh

You can tell some are mighty sore, &!*&!-$!@*&
So many things to deplore
They crave the hateful days of yore
They’re fat cats’ craven slaves and whores

Their pronouncements are pretty dim, uh-huh
Their pronouncements, of logic slim
Those pronouncements, pretty grim, uh-huh

They get down on their bended knees, slump-slump
And offer themselves bucally, chomp-chomp
When they’re done they beg, “Suckle me”! chomp-chomp

Nothing without fat cats’ consent, uh-hu
From dim districts these rats are sent, uh-huh
I pray none’s sat as president, uh-uh!

For the fat cats the rats get down, slump-slump
Take it in back or where they frown, rump-chomp
Why do voters elect these clowns? duh-duh

Some want to see theocracy, uh-huh
Blow smoke about theodicy, uh-huh
More and more of these oddities, uh-huh

They are governed by graft and sloth, bucks-bucks
While braying about shrouded cloth, yuks-yuks
Mammon’s the flame and they’re the moths, bucks-bucks

They blather about being free
But latter-day Mathers they be
Us in chains they would rather see

They lecture on austerity
Yet wallow in prosperity
Hogs awash in hypocrisy

Some do not want the world to know
They like bondage, not De Sade though
They pine for the days of Jim Crow

More “mister” Trogs are what we’ve seen
But some “Ms.” Trogs have made the scene
Like lipsticked Ernst the pig-snip queen

And most of them are perps and crooks
When they’re assured that no one looks
They raid the till and cook the books

Then after they suck up their share
They’ll join up in a sucking lair
A lobby firm or in Fox glare

The Trogs and all of their pimps dance
On graves of reasoned Founding Dads
Keeping the base in a trance