What has happened to assassins, why have they gone downhill?
Every target they aim for, they don't seem to fulfill!
Don't hire a bad marksman, don't ever foot the bill
They couldn't hit a pain of glass, stood on a windowsill

There is no rhyme or reason, why their not a slinging ace
Ironically a bleeding ear, improves your stupid face
A splash of red is excellent, with you it's no disgrace
The only thing that bothers me, it's in the wrong **** place!

Poor Donald may have earache, but no one gives a ****
This is a man who talks *******, who has no charm or wit
He should have bit the bullet, cos he is a *** head ***
Or dowse himself in flammables, and jump in a fire pit

What was the motivation, it's not really all that clear?
It should have been between your *****, instead of your fat ear
The reasoning I understand, cos we wish you'd dissappear
A successful hit would work the crowd, and everyone would cheer

Since gunners cannot do the job, they need a real good kick
Why did they miss that shredded wheat, on top of that blonde *****?
He must of been in earshot range, it really makes me sick
That he escapes from this ordeal, with only a small nik

Aim for that ****** comb over, with a steady arm and fist
Rheumatism is no good, nor is a broken wrist!
Knuckle down and fire your gun, don't act like you are ******
More practice would be better, to a gunman that has missed?

Take a note from Disney, don't try your useless luck
Classics are the way to go, you should've "Donald Duck"
Fall to your knees and kiss some ****, before you pass the buck
You're just a **** I guarantee, that no one wants to ****

You could've spared the bloodshed, but perhaps it was all for show?
It's a pity it weren't Robin Hood, he's a master with a bow
Instead of which you'll hear us chant, "ear we ******* go"
A wicked man will always reap, whatever he may sow

For all we know this blood letting, could be a public stunt?
Cos we all know you're nothing more, than a lying ******* ****
You're unscrupulous and self obsessed, and you pretend to be upfront
A little man with a large head, the size of an elephant!

Bad Assassins are among us, so let's try another plan
If you want to get up close, pretend that you're a fan
Ask him for an autograph, so you can reach your man
Whack that sucker with a conch, and a jagged frying pan

Remember when your president, you're just a Whitehouse lodger
Unfortunately we wasn't spared, the artful *******
Harassment gains the title of, a ****** Jolly Roger
No one wants advances from, a ***** balding codger

The assassins guild has gone to seed, they've really gone to ***
Why can't they fire a bullet straight, why aren't they a crack shot?
Who trains these individuals, because they seem to miss the lot?
Could it be David Blunkett, or a trigger happy tot?

Mike Tyson wants to bite your ear, because you're nothing but a chump
It's good to talk with old B.T. but Buzby's got the ****
Listen-ear when Arthur says, your a great stupid lump
We have no time or sympathy, for Gumpy Skunk Haired Trump