9/4/2014, 1:57 am
Yeah.
U.S. on fire.
My one desire.
You will, get a hoot.
I Wear A Tan Suit.
I try,
Tear the world,
Apart.
ISIS tries,
To start,
To recruit,
When I Wear A Tan Suit.
Tell me how, to make my maleness alpha.
When I know, I look just like Alfalfa.
It looks like, my wardrobe doesn't match black boots;
I Wear A Tan Suit.
Did you, get fired?
They won't, rehire.
Now you are, destitute.
'Cause I Wear A Tan Suit.
Said that I'd, only wear blue or black.
I can't buy, clothes that are straight off the rack.
Looks like my, new tailor only works with jute;
I Wear A Tan Suit.
Now I can see that you will follow me,
Even though that I have no spine. Yeah.
Whenever the orders, come from Valerie,
I really believe they're mine...
My pants, on fire.
I am, a liar.
LoFo's, you are,
LoFo's, you are,
The reason that I'm here...
This country's in a bad mess.
My doing, and I confess.
I wonder about my tribute,
I Wear A Tan Suit.
Hillary, gives me a roaring headache.
Vote for her - ain't nothing but a mistake.
Benghazi, well you know how that point is moot.
She wears a pantsuit.
Treasury - ain't no more money to loot,
The value is so dilute.
Now I cause, more trouble somewhere near Beirut.
I Wear A Tan Suit.
'Cause I Wear A Tan Suit.