He said, it’s really not my habit to intrude
Furthermore, I hope my meaning won’t be lost or misconstrued
But I’ll repeat myself at the risk of being crude
There must be fifty ways to kill your voters
Fifty ways to kill your voters
You just catch the virus, Cyrus
Have a heat stroke, Polk,
Try protestin’, Weston!
Just set your soul free.
You missed the bus, Gus
Don’t need to warm up much,
Just fall in the sea, Lee
And set your soul free