Rummy's mind is givin' out;
Check his speeches.
Switched thoughts jumpin',
Then he's caught in a lie.

Synaptic glitch,
And his medulla is cookin'
It's much like a baby's—
Hope he don't cry.

At some press briefing,
He might just come out swinging,
Peeved at questioning,
And punch Helen* in the eye.

He should be leaving
Before he causes more harm to
The country; it's sad; he should say "bye."

[Repeat first two verses]