Corey Lewandowski is your average Lipless colorless savage Who’s out to make some cabbage Like that old familiar adage As long as his contract is renewed He doesn’t care who gets ******* Whether it’s an austistic six year old I’m telling you that man is cold
And he’s so far up the **** Of his mentor Donald Trump That even on the campaign stump All Trump had to say is jump For him to never question why? All he asked is, “Boss how high?” And when Trump told him, ‘You’re fired!” Even then he never tired
Now he’s on the TV screen To be succinct, he’s obscene Though Trump thinks he’s peachy keen Even though he has no spleen He’ll say whatever Trump finds pleasing In or out of the campaign season And he never has to have a reason To double down on those he’s teasing
He has the public misdirected With talk about who infected The unfair system that he erected The same one most of us rejected See Lewandowski goes along With no concept of right or wrong Like a quisling Caught up In the throng