Woe! It’s whinin’ time again, we are so peevish
So now we must amp the volume way past “9”
And decamp from moaning and get to snarlin’
Basically synonymous with whinin’ time

Now we all have absence of what makes you ponder (ponder)
That’s the matter blended from black and blanco
We should hold our breath until going from yonder (yonder)
Casa Blanca is that man who’s yellow

Woe! It’s whinin’ time again, he is so squeamish
If he were more like Putin things might be fine
Vlad’s not timid, he’s a Christian, he’s our darlin’
For how to run the world he’s our shining light

We have found someone we like a whole lot better (better)
Though we still have got lots of time to deplore
All the things that cause all of us such sorrow (sorrow)
Whinin’ time from us, there always will be more

So, it’s flyin’ time for Sean, says he’ll be leavish
Because this country he can no more abide
Like Depardieu, maybe he’ll go to our darlin’
Sit with wide adoring eyes at our guy’s side