Mrs. Clinton wants to run our nation
From high places, though she hates us
Is a follower of Saul Alinsky
Full on Commie, full on Commie

She looks at us through prism glasses
No expression, no expression
Hides her hatred for the unwashed masses
Left is clueless, Left is foolish

Lackeys tell her that she's so smart
And tell her she's not bad
She dreams that she's in charge of
All our lives and what we have
She thinks that she knows better
Than voters that she hates
When will we be rid of her
She's a very, very
Mad Girl, Mad Girl

Mrs. Clinton hid from that Benghazi
Four men were prey, four men were slayed
They cried out to her to send the troops in
Turned her back she — could have saved them

Drinks and drinks to forget haunting voices
Coming nightly, haunting rightly
Mrs. Clinton wants to rule completely
Presidency — her destiny…

Lackeys tell her that she's so smart
And tell her she's not bad
She dreams that she's in charge
All our lives and what we have
She thinks that she knows better
Than voters that she hates
When will we be rid of her
She's a very, very
Mad Girl, Mad Girl
When will someone stop this, Mad Girl