oLD wHITE gUYS

The old republican party
Like husbands with hookers
Stinks like a shore with dead fish
Littered from end to end along love canal


After playing shell games
Organized in pyramid schemes
To the detriment of the entire world
They still make noise from their death beds


Lipstick painted on rocks
With low slung double D boobs
Wiggling suggestively to conservatives
Who have to take their eyes out at night to sleep


With wives in straight jackets
Who move trance like through days
Littered with the detritus of many mortgages
Rubbing up against the pilings of their magnificent docks