He’s not a Richard, Though clearly, he’s a **** Because he thinks the rest of us Really must be sick To try to find the answers Though there’s not one broomstick He’s calling it a witch-hunt Like he’s Jesus on the crucifix
He’s not a Richard, Though clearly, he’s a **** A world class narcissist Who’ll hurl an insult quick He’s mired in the muck But it seems to never stick Though it’s catching up with him If you do the arithmetic
He’s not a Richard, Though clearly, he’s a **** Who’s knee deep in his **** And it’s very thick He’s gonna choke, or drown You can make your pick The investigations everywhere Are on the uptick
He’s not a Richard, Though clearly, he’s a **** It’s an understatement To call him impolitic A garden variety con-man Who’s slippery and slick But the Eastern District charges Like Krazy Glue will stick