I woke up one morning, in my cool rich kid bed,
and a great thought came tumbling into my head!
Today I'm going to teach a lesson to a fag
By shaving his head, but I don't really brag.
All my pals were with me and egging me on
and the next thing I knew, the queer's hair was gone.
Never did I ever think of it, let it be what will be.
and what does some queer's hair ever matter to me?
I'm a Mormon and we are above all and rich and strong
My Daddy is loaded, but I'll be more loaded before long.
Because after graduating Harvard and being so cool
I hired and fired my way to riches, acting just like a mule.
I have my bank accounts in Switzerland, and don't know if I paid
taxes, you know, what you do in America these days.
Now I'm running for President and have conveniently forgotten
those bad boy days, not so past, when I was really rotten.
The sad news, Willard, is that they are far from goodbye.
You don't know how to act, smile or be a genuine good guy.
You think your dog on your car for 12 hours should be joked about
And that is why Obama will smother you in a rout. (probably will look like your car)
There may be a few dedicated Rethuglicans who believe you forgot
but the rest of us know that you remember a lot
How did you know that a embarrassed homo guy
would one day before elections could kick you in the eye.
And, to end this Willard, just to be fair
we have all been in school and we remember being there.
We don't conveniently forget everything that can hurt the chase
Because we won't be believed either, and that's your BEST case.