Who was in rut and showing his horns?
Cain
Who charmed them not which brought on the storms?
Cain
There’s allegations comin’
About the man who bears the Clarence brand
He’s got the pundits hummin’
About a return to Anita land

Who makes the comics easy to shtik?
Cain
Irony: now he shoots down the chicks
Blame
Who ever thought a flunky
Of the Koch brothers would attain such fame?
It’s thanks to their fund drive he’s in
Will he call on 4,5 again?
Watch his backtracking jive begin
Lame

Who’s brought the perp walk back into style?
Cain
Who flashes in ads demonic smile?
Cain
His skin it seems rather thin
When press members approach and then beseech
He turns, the man looks at ’em
Hands out nothing but a petulant screech

All of this must be givin’ him fits
Dames!
Though his numbers aren’t yet takin’ hits
Strange?
His supporters are bonkers
His regressive plan takes ’way more of their change
But the situation soon is gonna change
The party congregation’ll
Decree: he ain’t electable
That will leave Mr. Cain free to range
In the end they will say “This dick be banned”!

Who was in rut and showing his horns?
Cain
Who won’t make it through delegate storms?
Cain
GOP will be drummin’
Him out because he hasn’t got a chance
To get elected, comin’
Off as a guy can’t keep it in his pants

Who makes the comical-excuse shtik?
Cain
It isn’t well he’s takin’ the licks
Pain
Cuz Mitt’s a pussy flunk-“he”
There’s a chance that he might be chargin’ Cain
With harassment for drivin’ him
To cry like one of his wives when
Mitt says that for which he’ll strive: man…
Feign