They slogged up to the Hill;
Appears each is a shill
For swell cell o' fellas who engineered this fiasco.
Dave'll try to fox ya. . .
Mated with Ry' Crock o'. . .
Then banners unfurl, and the protesters chant: "We ask, 'no!'"

Used war: Dave and Ryan got one to sell,
Used war. . .try to give it a new-war smell.
Their pitch, balanced and fair?
Listener, beware.

These guys are full of wiles;
They've misstated the miles
And these are just a few of the many numbers they've cooked.
They're hawin' and hemmin'.
This junker's a lemon;
Anyone who bought this old clunker has really been rooked.

Used war: Dave and Ryan got one to sell,
Used war, but it ain't got that new-war smell.
They say, there's progress there--
Listener, beware.

Both ape sincerity,
But when they say, "Trust me,"
I find that I just can't help feelin' a trifle wary.
Although I'm sure they're bright,
It appears that this fight
Has been managed up to now by Moe, Curly, and Larry.

Used war: Dave and Ryan got one to sell,
Used-war pitch is like a game played with shell.
They fib. How can you tell?
Lips move when they yell.

Used war: Dave and Ryan got one to sell,
Used war: "We've rebuilt the engine. . .runs well."
Most folks say it ain't swell.
Folks can go to hell.