“It ain’t your fault you lost again
Don’t you know?
It isn’t anything to do with your sin.
I tell you once again:It’s the Mexican.
He’s the one that made you lose.
Send me money!
See, it’s funny,
But the more you give to me,
I’ll make sure you get to keep it every day,
Not a penny’ll go to Paraguay,
Nor a farthing go to foreign Chile.
If you don’t mind folks from overseas,
I’ve got another group that is disease.
I’m sure there’s one that’ll make you feel
You’ll love me with that arduous zeal,
‘Cause I’ll get rid of who you think bad.
No matter who we kill, I won’t be sad.
Religion, Sect, or side of town, Region? Race?
Who calls their home in a different place?
Who the person likes to love,
Whether they pray to God above,
Whether they’re fans of Rock & Roll,
Whether they like their humor Broad or Droll,
Whether beer or wine or whiskey or Coke
I’ll widen the wound and nasty the joke,
’Til everyone feels that they’re ready to choke.
Send me cash & I’ll solve every woe, Okey-Doke?
Oh, you sent me your cash and I lost a landslide?
I didn’t win; you see that as downslide?
Not all my dear donor and friend,
I will continue this country to rive and to rend.
I will come back as dictator if you sing me my lie
I will come back from the dead if I die.
I just need a bit of cash to see this through
You’ll see it my way when you know what I knew.
So fork over a bit more, many millions are due.
Before I leave for Katmandu
Where Poppa Putie pledged me passion Paradise
He’d never fail me, I surmise.
Was that mike on?
Well, I’ll be damned.
Fake News, friends, no con!
What you saw was a signal jammed.
No con here, not even a whiff.
Just do me a favor — Don’t Sniff.