Bye-bye, gov.,
Bye-bye, hairy nest,
Hello, road-trip fest.
I think she’s a-gonna fly.

Bye-bye, gov.,
Bye-bye, meat that’s dressed,
Hello, redneck fest.
She feels the public eye;
Bye-bye, ice gov., goodbye.

There goes Ms. crazy,
Who’s loose a screw.
She sure looks trashy;
Blood’s hue ain’t blue.
She went more crazy
When didn’t win
VP slot—no chance,
And Biden’s in.

Bye-bye, gov.,
Bye-bye, hairpiece nest,
Hello, road-trip fest.
I think she’s a-gonna fly.

Bye-bye, gov.,
Bye-bye, Nieman dress,
Hello, redneck fest.
Her heel’s a dumbf**k guy;
Bye-bye, ice gov., goodbye.

She will wear no pants
Like wife of Bub’.
A moose she’s mountin’
Out in a shrub.
The Age of Reason
Has not touched the
Pitbull who’s crazy. . .
Seward’s Folly.

Bye-bye, gov.,
Bye-bye, hairpiece mess,
Hello, rote-lip fest.
I think she’s a-gonna fly.

Bye-bye, gov.,
Bye-bye, Meet the Press,
Hello, press, free, yes
You’re still in public eye.
Nice try, sly gov., nice try. . .