Who's on war,
What's on bailouts,
I Don't Know's on Oil.
Harpo: (speaker of the House)
strums something heavenly on harp,
flatulent blasts on bicycle horn
Say the secret woid
and win big bankster bucks.
Pardon me while I slip into a cover-up.
There's something corrupt going on
around my pants, and
I just can't seem to locate it.