It's a benefit for Mr. Wrong,
So bring your checkbooks along;
He'll grab your green.
Big-spender money will be there,
Gotta pay to be a player in this scene.
Older men with whores who scoop their garters--
Over their heads to induce some fire.
He's their pawn; Mr. Wrong supplies them with girls.

The f*ck-the-state-up Mr. Wrong
Has got a botoxed face that's long--he's in a state.
The voters are ceasing to sing
His praises; many are carping; some are irate.
Mr. Wrong does not assure the public
Any longer that he's not a dunce.
And of course, he loves Norse myths and R. Strauss waltz.

So Mr. Wrong must play some tricks;
He's got an election to fix. Time's counting down.
He must dupe the electorate
Again if he expects that they'll keep him around.
With dough, he'll do prestidigitation
He hopes. . .buy enough votes not to fall.
So tonight Mr. Wrong's topping off the till.