Rummy, Rummy, Rummy

Rummy, Rummy, Rummy's got a rock in his tummy--
Feels like he forgot to chew.
Goin' to a meetin'--
It's not what he's eatin'--
And it's all about Abu.

"Ooh love to hold ya,
Ooh love to kiss ya,
Ooh, Dub, I love it so.
Ooh, Dub, your peter's
Sweeter than sugar.
Promise you won't let me go-o-o-o."

Rummy, Rummy, Rummy's stuck with Iraq; he's glum, he
Speaks shrilly as he can keen,
The answers that he's givin'
Sure do sound like fibbin'
Congress leeches scream, "Come clean!":

"Kind-a like torture,
Kind-a like vices,
Kind-a like a thumbscrew.
Kind-a sounds funny,
Sounds like the dummy
Ain't going to fire you-ou-ou-ou."

Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah,
Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah.

Rummy, Rummy, Rummy tries to cover his bum; he
Mouths words that don't satisfy.
He tries to say a "neat" thing;
He calls Levin "sweet thing."
But it all sounds like a lie.

"Ooh love to hold ya,
Ooh love to kiss ya,
Ooh, Dub, I love it so.
Ooh, Dub, your peter's
Sweeter than sugar.
Promise you won't let me go-o-o-o."

Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah,
Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah.