Will the next thrilling sight Of me gazing out windows At a hurricane's might Make folks laugh and pray I'll crash? Will ill will still spot light That Chertoff's a bummer And repeating last summer Having blown a lot more cash? Just like Brownie, A flopperoo. They seem to be My bugaboo. Why must each scheme of mine Highlight my plight A buffoon who is dim Letting him fill the bill With a shill from the Right?
Music & Original Lyric by Cole Porter |