CHORUS:
Dominique, nique, nique, the maid he starts to paw
And swings his little dong,
Which is larger, now engorged—
His attack plan he had forged,
His attack plan he had forged.

He made his fortune in banking;
Of the IMF he’s king;
Now he may well get a spanking
’cause he can’t control his thing.

CHORUS

He was there to get a lay;
He was horny when the maid called.
He chased her from here to there,
Forced her down. . .on knees she crawled.

CHORUS

Enforced oral copulation,
What he got when she went down.
He hauled ass for transportation,
Paris-bound. . .get out of town.

CHORUS

Though he is a frequent flyer,
The cops wouldn’t let him blow.
As the plane ascended higher,
Off to Rikers he did go.

CHORUS

The next day a judge did order
Him to not make a retreat. . .
Must stay within U.S. border,
So there’s no Polanski feat.

Bail was set quite high; the number
Would make most people’s hair curl.
This guy couldn’t be much dumber
Than to try to rape a girl.

CHORUS

And so now old Dominique
Wears a bracelet around the girth
Of his ankle. Keep your dick in:
The moral, for what it’s worth.

Dominique, nique, nique is in arm of the law,
Which, he found out, is long.
He once acted like a lord,
Now he may get his reward
For falling on his own sword.