On a faraway swamp named beltwayla
A scruncheon of scoundrels lives to this day
They hobknob about with a glint in their eye
but they care little about you and I.
They gurgle and gaggle and toggle and pout
They point fingers and jingers and boy do they shout
But what they like most is to put pen in hand
And write COVID relief checks to beat the band
Americans needs money, they say and they puffer
We have to get it out right fast or they'll suffer
So they wrote a bill and spent two trillion dollars
It had something for everyone as long as they hollers
Money for blue states that mismanaged money
They'll get their milk, they'll get their honey
And a tunnel not far from the speaker's home digs
It goes right to her hairdresser, Betty McBiggs
And they didn't forget our friends round the globe
There's $800 million for their food I am told
$800 million when our country's in debt
That's the part gets us clumquats really upset
And $10 mil to preserve Native American dialect?
Is that COVID relief? Or someone's pet project?
The Endowment for Humanities gets $135 million
There's something rotten in Denmark, I'm feelin'
And relief for the arts is also at hand
Another $135 millions I understand
And libraries been closed for most of a year
But they'll get $200 million to help them out here
Americans are suffering, so here's the big beef
Why only a dime on a dollar for pandemic relief?
The answer from above, from the skettlebums and such
From the prunerats and puddleducks that run amok much
Is leave this to experts, we know what we're doin
We throwing a lifeline so stop your booin'
But the $1,400 we get we'll spend in a day
It'll be our kids and grandkids who'll have to pay