Cad, inferred: top office blight
Sev’ties, bitter pill
Taping: not permissable
Yep, you guessed: they're out for Mil’

For they’re raising matters of deceit
And smoking gun arised...
Justice due for Tricky Dick
With a slush fund – can’t deny

Yeah, they say he’s a criminal
Who is shunning points of law
Much maligned due to Watergate
Richard: “free of guilt” - implores

Saying “Hunt arranged the burg’ly”
“I ain’t never trusting Lid’ again”
“Do-nat-ion claims, they’ve done in my head”
Sweet – distance myself from them...

Now, no-one’s ever keen: impeachment scene
Why, if lie: out, you may be found
Sure, tapes’ll show disgrace of a cover-up
While the scandal drags you down

Well that clever Dean’s no friend you fear
And a turncoat Mitchell’s shown
You’re trumped - for all your confed’rates flee
Now the knave’s gonna fall alone

So – said “I am not a criminal”
Flew: took ‘copter from the lawn
Can’t deny, was a Pres estranged
POTUS wary of the law

“Gerald Ford, you got to help me”
“(I am gonna make you Pres-i-dent)”
“Just slake these stains – proclamation: pen”
“Least Skynyrd are still my friends”

So – re-verse, he did, on Nixonal
Who got pardoned by the Ford
Pockets lined? Deal that’s pre-arranged?
Politics came to the fore

Say now, Ford, you gone done helped him
Now ain’t never gonna win again
Mistake? Your pain: Pres, now Carter treads
Sweet! Peanuts will be your friend