Now kiss the mad ring Swallow the noise You’ll get a few toys Red letter days Someone else pays You’ll notice a whine Where you once had spine For some you’ll still be a hit You’re the crowd that ate shit Bend a knee to a god, some agent Divine And put immigrants behind a Maginot Line Babies in cages, The Internet rages But still sure of the path Not wanting to inflame Mad Cow’s wrath You look at his puffed-up hair And discover a little man who wasn’t there One who lives at the end of your rage Point a finger, turn the page Find fire in your belly, darkest things Scatter to your base that sings Pleased to find their earthly woes Are the work of these immigrant foes Mexican rapists, Muslim slime This country will be just fine Point the finger, exposure the Other Don’t worry, he’s not your brother Just some other skin and other hair Everything you must beware And beat and beat the evangelical drum For God’s work is never done.

Mad Cow is currently the clown Amusing the red side of town His cheeks and his jowls His hair and his howls His butt and his gut His best-ever putt His puffed-up lips His lousy tips The greatest words ever The inventor of weather He’s Merry Christmas in May Now do what I say Those close to his ass Senators don’t get a pass Knee-first they heed The Cow’s first need Swallow that bling