People smile and tell him "you're not funny, son, never should've
begun,
Quit proselytizing*, son."
Not like you or me, he's paranoid and daft, writing spurious gaffe,
Riding propaganda left.

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And even though he ain't that funny, he actually can be quite punny,
His songs break the chain of hilarity.
And when I click on AmIRight, his songs start bringing tears to my
eyes,
Monotony pushes us all towards the right.

Seems as though his life is slow, his life is staid, dons a charade,
Goes on a Bush tirade.
And now a smirk, a place, a thousand parodies share his name,
Willie Tong has no shame, he seeks only to defame.

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He liberates only in name, he uses his prose to restrain,
Can he be any more lame?
He creates controversy where there once was none, we say "bite
your tongue,
Yeah, time to give it up, son."

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It's true on his wall hangs a portrait of Karl Marx, hugging trees in
the park,
but why must he force us to take parts?
We all know that you're a liberal, Willie, shut your hole,
Your work grows old, now leave us all alone.

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