Every one is spewin’ a grandstand chant now,
Come on, crazies, spew the logomachy.
You know that they like to hear themselves go on a rant now,
Come on, base creeps, spew the logomachy.
More than a little crazy and twisted are the
Men and women that we send off to D.C.,
So Congress, come on, spew the logomachy madly—
You gotta flap your lips, now, come on, crazies,
Harrumph, attack. Well go and prove you don’t know jack.

Now that you can spew it, go be a bane now,
Come on, crazies, spew the logomachy.
You mumble-stumble blowhards, minus a full brain now,
Come on, zanies, spew the logomachy.
Do it vile and sleazy; you’re out of control.
Dole unlimited bullshit, show you’re an ahole,
So Congress, come on, spew the logomachy madly.

Spew in on the floor, inept logomachy,
Come on, crazies, spew the logomachy.
Do it blowing wind—show you’re a loco wacky,
Come on, crazies, spew the logomachy.
There’s never been a rant that’s so easy to spew,
So got out there and grandstand for the CSPAN crew,
So Congress, come on, spew the logomachy madly.

Come on, Congress, spew the logomachy
Come on, Congress, spew as loco wackies. . . .