Now the casa blanca's smarm-
y clown will creep, slink
Out; he's done the country harm. . .
Reviled, like veep stink.

Vaya, coño-nose, like fart wind,
Vaya, con, creep, dope, vile shmuck.

Now the village idiot was never singing
On the Hill, and now the art-
less liar's winging.

Vaya, Con[gress]-deemed joke, vile dark wind,
Vaya, con, freak, mope, pile--yuck!

This wretched trained monkey was a lying stool.
When he spoke, just like a hyena's bray.
But soon he'll go away,
Away, spying's tool.
Here's to hast'ning that joyous hour
On that September day.
This wind-break that has caused so much nasal sorrow--
Bullsh*tted at hearings today. . .gone tomorrow.

Vaya, coño smoke, vile fart wind,
Vaya, con, sleaze, goat, pile--yuck!

Vaya con creep Rove, sly, smart thing,
Vaya con "Me oh my!" Rum'.