Whoa, son! Why de hell you axin’ me ‘bout de Dems—
‘Bout de Miss Nancys, Cap’n Stenys, an’ Unca Jims?
Tolt you, dey ‘bout as crookit as dat dawg’s hine leg—
Try dem all wit a lil Tenderness—at De Heg!
Dey stealin' monee frum de workin’ people, de poor—
Fo’ de multibillionaires makin’ endless war…