My wardrobe’s the flyest
My partisan bias
Is painted on each pleat and cuff
I look at my dresser
Think “I’m an impresser”
My donors, they can’t get enough
They worship me, yes they do
Sing to me, yes it’s true
Follow through thick and through rough
Blindly believing
The things I’m achieving
The truth is not what they discuss
The truth is that each aisle
Uses the same style
Deceit and control is their love
So to left and to right
I say to you tonight
Meet in middle, and rise up above
How the World Should Work 