Nine months we struggled with you in our womb
Until you popped out with a mighty boom!
Who would’ve known you’d turn out to be such a loon?
Wishing for wealth to eat with a silver spoon
Just to plan a fake NASA trip to the moon
With false promises that you’ll feed the poor soon
Then off you fly in your big Virgin air balloon –
Not caring if it’s morning, night or noon,
Or worrying if you’ll ever end up in a tomb
What keeps you going, I really don’t know
Perhaps you just enjoy putting on a show
We only wonder why we ever let you grow –
Just to cause so much sorrow and woe
And bring the world so damn-well low
Stop thinking you’re great like Mohammed Ali –
You don’t fly like a butterfly, or sting like a bee
You just messed up our entire history!
You’re so blind, you can’t even see
That you’re weak and can’t even create a flea
Why did we ever give birth to thee?
We should’ve just settled for a nice cup of coffee or tea
Or stuck with writing stupid poetry
Then we might have prevented World War One, Two and Three!
And your ugly face from looking at me –
Starring with ‘em crazy joker eyes with glee
Like you’ve just done a pee-pee in your great big nappy –
Like that’s supposed to make me happy!
Now I’m getting really very snappy
I’ll gonna wallop you over ma knee
And belt ya ‘til ya flee!
So don’t bother to beg and plea
With your stupid Freemasonry
‘cause you’re one ugly fake moon landing alien baby!