Country boys just never seem to find out
How to tell the truth or right from wrong
He reads Ayn Rand who washes his whole mind out
Then nestles in her lap his whole life long

Fanatic and ambitious and conniving
He plots his course so very carefully
Sincere as he is earnest, ever striving
He quickly climbs atop the GOP

"Forgetting" how old Ayn is a-the-is-tic
He cites her as his polestar faithfully
Reminded that she is he goes ballistic
And talks about the Holy Trinity

You can't hide Paul Ryan's lies
And his smile is a thin disguise
I thought by now you'd realize
Those baby blues are Ryan's lyin' eyes

In the middle of the road and needing cover
From lunatic baboons off to the right
Ignoring how Ayn Rand is the boy's “mother”
Mitt asks the country boy to join the fight

He rushes to Mitt's arms, they fall together
He tells Mitt of his personal best times
He swears undying fee-al-ty forever
And asks him how he feels about French mimes

You can't hide Paul Ryan's lies
And his smile is a thin disguise
I thought by now you'd realize
Those baby blues are Ryan's lyin' eyes

He goes back home to fiddle with their budget
With spreadsheet figures falling from the sky
The numbers won't add up so he must fudge it
And kiss his credibility good-bye

Deep down inside he knows it doesn't matter
That truth has lost its place and Fox News rules
With half his party made up of Mad Hatters
He believes most of his followers are fools

"Oh boy, oh boy, what happens if we win this
For four or eight long years I'll just be veep
Out of sight and out of mind in dimness
I maybe should have looked before I leaped"

You can't hide Paul Ryan's lies
And his smile is a thin disguise
I thought by now you'd realize
Those baby blues are Ryan's lyin' eyes
Is it Mitt or is it Rand he'd lionize?
Honey, you can't hide Paul Ryan's lies