One, two
One, two, three, four

What a load of spin,
Mucks my brain until I am wearing thin.
The tripe I hear, it makes me woozy with chagrin,
Another spate of this conning load of spin.

What a load of spin,
Grow impatient with this clever din.
Sneaky pols that do whatever helps them win,
And I can't wait to turn off this load of spin.

What a load of spin,
Like a gang of tricksters speeding 'round the beltway.
Like a twisting wind,
Bleat shifting crafty words to turn us their way and I say . . .

It's such a load of spin.
I trust my brain to ignore this load of phlegm.
The lies they tell, they shake my confidence in them,
And I can't wait till I hear they didn't win.

What a load of spin.
What a scam these grifters pull to pack the midway.
All this swindle-in',
Linguistic crap they're spurting, hurling our way and I say . . .

It's such a load of spin.
Pols debate and deal out a load of spin.
Their sleight of hand, it makes me woozy and I cringe,
And I can't wait to turn off this load of spin.
No, I can't take this dishonest load of spin.