Well come everybody throughout the land Uncle Sam's in a jam again Got himself in a terrible fix All on account of Tricky Dick Bugs, plumbers, coverups too 200 million got screwed.
Its one two three Yea its four more years Let me make it perfectly clear Its four more years and its five six seven We don't appreciate Anything that ends with Gate.
I couldn't remember the last two lines so I had to improvise. Does that get it close to folk music? This was a little ditty that went to the tune "Feel Like I'm Fixin To Die Rag" Bill