Hear the way he sings, like a frog
Hear his wisdom, this son of a hog
He sings about freedom,
And peace,
And love,
And irrelevant kings.

Hear the sound of his mouth,
Heavenly trumpet of the south,
He deafens our ears,
And hands,
And legs,
And irrelevant earnings.

Hear the names in his prayers,
How his identity he impairs,
How stupid he is upstairs,
And downstairs,
And in the midsection,
And everywhere.