but they call him the Silver Stoat
With his thick white hair
he's more of a snake than a goat
And you may not believe them,
but he claims to think it's true
Though it could be a lie to cover his tracks
in case they de cide to sue
And oo h, he's gonna screw you,
He's gonna do what it pays him to do
until his life is through
They may not believe him,
in his tabloid position of strength
But they can buy his stories,
conveniently at arm's length
And you may not believe him,
when he helps the po lice and press
To convict all the innocent victims,
with headlines of pain and distress
And who is gonna screw you?
He's gonna do what he pays him to do,
until his life is through
pink with blood and tears
Plenty ru mors catering to your fears
Horrid fictions, few of them are true
as he sucks on Satan's bile
But the evil he disseminates
And you may not believe him
with the poison that he's spread
But everyone he's ever cared for
has ended up crippled or dead
And ooh, he's gonna screw you,
ooh, he's sticking it to you
He's gonna do what it pays him to do
until his life is through
He's gonna do what it pays him to do
until his life is through
He's gonna do what it pays him to do
until his life is through