When first I came to Washington,
To Washington town I came
I set me mind and heart upon
To make me self a name
I recruited some pupils
With very few scruples,
And played me the Trickster's Game, oh,
I played me the Trickster's Game.
 
With a hey, boys,
Come share the joys
Of political piracy!
And we shall go a-Rovin'
All on the electoral sea
 
Then next I went to Austin town
To serve the cause again
To beat the nasty liberals down
And drive them all insane
We gave 'em a whackin'
And sent 'em packin'
And they ne'er come back again, no,
They ne'er come back again!
 
And it's ho, me hearties
The Grand Old Party's
The place for a privateer
And we shall go a-Rovin'
For full and many a year
 
When Jim Hightower was man o' the hour
He got underneath my skin
He witicized and criticized
Some very powerful men
But he had no hunch
For the sucker punch
And we quickly did him in, oh
We jolly well did him in!
 
When your candidate's weakily
You'd better act sneakily
Who's to prove that it's a lie?
And you shall be a-Rovin;
Until the day you die!
 
When Georgie stood for Governor
Against the redoubtable Ann
Someone put aloft that she was soft
On gays and lesbians
And we kicked Ms. Richards
Right square in her britchards,
And gave her hide a tan, oh
We gave her hide a tan!
 
And John McCain stood years in pain
In tortures yet unknown
So we brought about some serious doubt
That his mind was still his own
For we're rather sick puppies,
And just like guppies
We'll even eat our own - oh yes,
We'll even eat our own!
 
Oh, we call's 'em "scurvy"
And "pinko-pervie"
Or hints that they be gay
And then we go a-Rovin',
And quickly steal away!
 
And as the bodies pile on high
I've justly earned me fame
For political murder done so sly
That no one can be blamed
Leave no evidence
Or fingerprints,
That's the way to play the game, oh
The way to play the game
 
And ahoy, matey,
We'll make 'em weighty
And measure 'em for chains
And we shall go a-Rovin'
As they go down the drain
 
And now once more in Washington,
I've room to swing me fist
And better tricks to play upon
The ones who've got me pissed
I'm a man at ease
And my enemies
Are on a little list, yes
You're all on my little list!
 
Oh, we'll stuff their scuppers,
And eat their suppers,
Keelhaul 'em in the bay
And we shall go a-Rovin',
Yes, we shall go a-Rovin',
Oh! We'll go a-Rovin'!
Until....the Judgment Day!
AHOY!