He’s got a fading star,
been turned out, on air no mo’.
Was time that the gross
schmuck had to go.
’bout time that they spiked him:
NBC canned the liar.
They told the dick:
“You’re fired!”

Many nights
they gave him a throne.
But he was so racist
that they decided to atone
and said to the putz, “Scoot!
The contract has expired.”
They tell the prick:
“You’re fired!”

So, kudos to NBC:
it’s a good start.
Get rid of blight
that must have worshipped Apart-
heid; sure did dump him
and pageant: adieu.
Swelled-up id’s what they spurned,
also his bad ’do.

He’s gonna go; he’s gonna get. . .
of him they had tired.
By this we’re then met:
faux suit, like faux pres. aspire—
it’s just a bit.
Dude’s fired!

You’re fired!
Contract expired.
Spurned the schmuck, who’s fired.
What will he be doing now?
Fired!
Putz set free,
spurned is he.
Fired!
Sent him home.