Hush little darlings don’t you cry
Papa, a hollow conciliation, going to try
And if that bullshit don’t spin right
Papa going to put a noose and pull it tight
And if that noose our cry don’t quell
Papa going to set loose dogs of hell
And if those dogs don’t tear it up
Papa going to pet him cute little pup
And if that little pup don’t smile
Papa going to bury him in a pile
And if that pile begin to stink
Papa going to watch his rating sink
And if those rating downward soar
Papa going to start him a little war 
and if that war start to last too long
watch for a new patriotic song
and if that song don’t have no rhyme
papa going to point to all the crime
and if that crime don’t soon go down
lots of police going to run around
and just when we can’t take no more
it’ll be time to elect Al once more.