| Abramoff |
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A-bra-moff is spil-ling the beans, A-bra-moff is tel-ling all he knows, A-bra-moff is dea-ling, And A-bra-moff is squea-ling And we're a-fraid of where his sto-ry goes. A-bra-moff was al-ways a-round, A-bra-moff would al-ways un-der-stand, He knew what "tax and spend" meant: We'd add the odd a-mend-ment, And he'd be there to lend a hel-ping hand. Mas-ter of the Mas-ter Stroke, Sure of suc-cess, Stir-ring up the pot, but What a mess! A-bra-moff is cop-ping a plea, A-bra-moff is go-ing far a-way, But he'll prove his fit-ness, And be the per-fect wit-ness But no one knows ex-act-ly what he'll say! Dance sequence (clarinet duet) A-bra-moff is pul-ling the plug, A-bra-moff is ca-shing in his chips, No more free-bie lun-ches, And fa-vors by the bun-ches No pri-vate planes or fan-cy for-eign trips. Scra-tching e-v'ry back in town, Cool as can be, Now he's na-ming names like You and me! A-bra-moff is go-ing to jail, A-bra-moff is gon-na serve his time, Such a to-tal stin-ker, He's hea-ded for the clin-ker, His eyes so soft and twin-kling We ne-ver had an in-kling! He's ne-ver on the le-vel He's such a ca-gey de-vil! And now he'll drag us all straight down to hell! |