Look under 1869 (1.)
Last night I picked up on the net,
And saw with both my eyes.
On a website called Arctic Beacon,
A very grand surprise!
It showed both parties' crookedness,
The story Wanta told,
Of Poppy, Clintoon, the one called Shrub,
With the stolen bag of gold.
(CHORUS)
Yes! (Ha! ha!) Yes! These are the men,
Who fit the crooked mold.
That's Poppy, Clintoon, the one called Shrub,
With the stolen bag of gold.
Crooks! (Ha! ha!) they hit like flash!
Their crimes brazen and bold,
That's Poppy, Clintoon, the one called Shrub,
With the stolen bag of gold.
(2.)
The greatest thing I ever saw,
Wantagate's starting now.
In orange jumpsuits for many years,
The book thrown at them, pow.
Should be the fate of old Poppy,
Clintoon and Shrubya cold,
Of Poppy, Clintoon, the one called Shrub,
With the stolen bag of gold.
(CHORUS)
Yes! (Ha! ha!) Yes! These are the men,
Who fit the crooked mold.
That's Poppy, Clintoon, the one called Shrub,
With the stolen bag of gold.
Crooks! (Ha! ha!) they hit like flash.
Their crimes brazen and bold,
That's Poppy, Clintoon, the one called Shrub,
With the stolen bag of gold.
(3.)
They had the chance to give some back,
But one Shrubya by name.
Had a plan to get that return stopped,
So to the Fed he came.
He threw the wrench into the works,
So crooked, proud and cold,
For Poppy, Clintoon, the one called Shrub,
With the stolen bag of gold.
(CHORUS)
Yes! (Ha! ha!) Yes! These are the men,
Who fit the crooked mold.
That's Poppy, Clintoon, the one called Shrub,
With the stolen bag of gold.
Crooks! (Ha! ha!) they hit like flash.
Their crimes brazen and bold,
That's Poppy, Clintoon, the one called Shrub,
With the stolen bag of gold.
(4.)
But to the press this seems unknown?
Because the truth they've bent.
It is time to raid this traitors' bank,
And return every cent.
Before they take off in the night,
Those whom their nation sold.
Through Poppy, Clintoon, the one called Shrub,
With the stolen bag of gold.
(CHORUS)
Yes! (Ha! ha!) Yes! These are the men,
Who fit the crooked mold.
That's Poppy, Clintoon, the one called Shrub,
With the stolen bag of gold.
Crooks! (Ha! ha!) they hit like flash.
Their crimes brazen and bold,
That's Poppy, Clintoon, the one called Shrub,
With the stolen bag of gold.
