Page kids, hear about the feather-
brain with the spotlight on him
For not keeping Mark on tether?
Just another fat-cat pol blight,
He's thick around.
It's clear he oughta face the music
For all that went down:
This fatty let Foley ply his trade--no sweat!
It's time to get out;
D-D-D-Denny's gotta get.

He's also geared to be plunderful,
Oh, Denny can count those beans.
He wears expensive suits
Stuffed with snared loot;
Those G-notes' heft makes him much fatter seem.
D-D-D-Denny was Jack's* pet.

Page kids, Den can't let the race get
Won in the Sun by
Some damn Dem, so let's face it:
Seat must survive, and maybe yours will get pronged.
Left here by your parents, you look fresh and sweet
To Mark, and by Den you've been wronged.
His folly let Foley ply his trade--no sweat!
It's time to get out;
D-D-D-Denny's gotta get.

Now Den has fear, 'cause he's blunderful,
Would let Foley fool in jeans.
He left a lecher coot
To the pursuit
(Fifty-two-year-old man) of lads just teens--
D-D-D-Denny's gotta get.

He wears expensive suits
Stuffed with snared loot,
A bloated kleptocratic man of means;
D-D-D-Denny's gotta get.

Denny, . . . D-D-D-Denny was Jack's pet.
Denny, . . . D-D-Denny knew Mark sought pets.
Denny, . . . D-D-D-Denny's gotta get.


*Abramoff