Big Daddy Warbucks
Is jumping up and down
He better shut the door soon
Or his son is prison bound
It’s hard to hold it all together
Trapped inside a web of lies
He can blame it on the sniffles
Or allergens that hurt his eyes
There’s no way to trust the outcome
Firearms and drugs are here to stay
Does this mean we take a blood test
Trade your guns for DNA
Throw him in with that Zelensky
Cocaine Cowboys on the run
Heavy habits aren’t so pricey
When you use taxpayer funds
Too bad they’re not like all the emperors
Later bringing in their sons
When one brain has lost its output
Then prop up the other one
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