He’s one of six sycophants that cheer
Hateful Orange Fuehrer that instills fear
The clownish lout that’s mighty vile
Worship at the throne of mind-of-child

Sammy, Sammy
A sycophant that’s mighty handy
Smiles on Trunt’s treachery
His woman is flag-freaky.

He’s sitting there stinkin’ up the Court that’s once high
Six clowns bought to greenlight lies
They’re a dreadful grossery, a hag and five gents
The chambers are redolent with all their rancid scents

Sammy, Sammy
His sweaty brow is might clammy
Smiles on mendacity
His woman’s a hag, so’s he

Sammy’s in bed with five other rank people
Fake Christians that desecrate the steeple
They’re just as treacherous as Fuehrer thug
They’re happy when pistol makers help graves be dug

Smell Sammy, nasty
A prostitute that’s mighty handy
Vile as justice can be
He wanks it at Trunt’s treachery