and why did he need the Bus again ?
He could while away the hours
Funding useless windmill towers
And driving me insane.
He’s a mama’s-boy for certain,
He’s the man behind the curtain,
And he doesn’t have a brain.
Like a scarecrow he is skinny
Could we ever pick a ninny
Who brings us so much pain?
He’s a friend of the leeches
While he reads his stupid speeches
‘Cause he doesn’t have a brain.