An open letter to the fat Arrogant Anti-charismatic National embarrassment Known as President John Adams
The man's irrational. He claims that I'm in league With Britain in some vast international intrigue? Bitch, please! You wouldn't know what I'm doin' You're always goin' berserk But ya never show up to work Give my regards to Abigail Next time you write about my lack of moral compass At least I do my job up in this rumpus
The line is behind me I crossed it again While the president lost it again Aw, such a rough life Better run to your wife Now the boss is in Boston again Let me ask you a question. Who sits At your desk when you're in Massachusetts? They were calling you a dick back in '76 And you haven't done anything new since You're a nuisance with no sense You'll die of irrelevance Go ahead, you can call me the devil You aspire to my level You inspire to malevolence Say, "Hi," to the Jeffersons! And spies all around me Maybe they can confirm I don't care if I kill my career with this letter I'm confining you to one term You fat motherfucker!