There are mard cons, many mard cons
In a ghastly place with loons there
And there are plenty of goons there
Got their heads in the sand dunes there

Oh there’s stooges and there’s ranting
And a lot of mad dog panting
Such a bunch of jokers
Nuts of the type wing

Every time I hear them, to caca
Room go I to throne and puke-barf-barf
I wish they all would go away
“Blah-blah-blah-blah-blah” is all they say

Lately there was one schmuck on the floor
Cut off the mic and made colleagues sore
Who is this trollish ’holish thing?
Well, won’t you join us while we sing

Troll clown, the Darrell, weasel is Darrell who’s one
’hole snout, the Darrell, we’ll all cheer when his term’s done
No clown apparel in spite of this does he wear
Though a true ahole, the Darrell, he still holds a chair

DI was the schmuck who held the floor
Cut off the mic and made Cummings sore
Why do electorates pick things
Like this dick? Wish they’d clip his wings

(interlude)

Troll and lout, ’hole and lout, the Darrell
Blah-blah-blah…
Dick is wrong, so we jeer
He’s a troll without peer
Trollish lout, ’hole-dipped snout
Our crew’s the Jeer-Darrel Jokesters