Now everybody
Have you heard
When Rush sounds so lame,
Then the stroke's the word
Agitates mayhem,
He has no style
Got a thirst for hatin',
Spews his vile...

He puts his right hand out
Looking for more take
Talk to us about
That big tax break...
Spread his ear-pollution
Both far and wide...
Shear the contributions
>From his side and stroke me, stroke me

Could be a whiner boy, he lies quite well...
He got sheep number down...
Say he's a winner but man he's just a sinner now

Rush put his big foot in, stink up all the place...
Worked up till he's red in the face
First he tries to deceive you, make up more lies
But when you found he bled you-- skip on by... keep
on---stroke me, stroke me
Give you the business all day long...
You're so together boy...
Say he's a winner but man he's just a sinner now


Better listen now (said) it ain't no joke
When his conscience fail ya, just had the stroke
Don'tcha take no chances, keep your eye on top
Do his fancy dances, he can't stop, he just stroke me,
stroke me