He keeps braying that he’d serve the country,
But his campaign is in such a mess.
Ain’t addressing his strange Tiffany sessions.
He must not be ingestin’ his meds—my guess.

There’s Newt lieutenants walkin’;
Their view is: he’s a loon.
Any day now he’s gonna quit;
I hope it will be soon.

He keeps lyin’ when he oughta be truthin’,
But he’s a schmoozin’ pol—what can you expect?
He ain’t changin’, as always he’s derangin’,
’cause this guy ain’t right; Far Right thinks he ain’t echt.

There’s Newt lieutenants walkin’;
Their view is: he’s a loon.
Any day now he’s gonna quit;
Get him lithium soon.

He keeps brayin’, and for that he is payin’.
This narcissistic dick thinks he’ll never get burned—
What?!!
In self-immolation, the guy is matchless, yeah!
It’s self knowledge that he’s constantly spurned.

There’s Newt lieutenants squawkin’,
And they say he’s a loon.
They may quit him for a dipshit
Who’s a Tex guvnor goon.

You’re a head case, Newt,
Stop squawkin’!