Landfill rats aren't clean; he comes to slaughter
Landfill rats, with shiny .22.
Landfill rats--he slays 'em; they've got rabies.
Landfill rats--worse even than Fox News.

Well, there's thirteen hundred and fifty-two
Million rodents in landfills
So he can pick 'em off easy as miscreants
Blast a bevy of mandrills.
Yeah, there's thirteen hundred and fifty two
Rat carcasses he killed.
Later became a Texas loan star
Whose graft, vice make some people quite ill.

Yeah, he was just thirteen, you might say he was a
Potential political sleaze guy.
He was just a simple rat-shootin' rube, but no boob,
And he set his sights sky high.

So he made a plan: put to work what he and fellow
Gun-lovers at landfills
Learned and use it to start a profession:
Exterminate anthills.

Then it was:
Man kills rats; his job is now to slaughter
Anthills, rats, termites, cockroaches, too.
Man kills rats and learns how to kiss babies.
Man shrill-rants and builds a fan base, too.

Well, there's sixteen thousand eight hundred twenty-one
Voters, and the Hill's
Where their friend's a screwup and a tainted blight
And bringin' in shit bills.
Yeah, he wear's custom-made suits and his money' won
By graft, corruption, and hand in the till.
Yeah, he sure is bad, but the voters won't end his term.
Kick out this mother and then fumigate the Hill.

The Hill rat, he fights against clean water.
They Hill rat, his sayings--piles of doo.
The Hill rat: "You want something? Then pay me!"
The Hill rat, a jerk and crook, too.