The Part of Him - Drive-By Truckers

He was elected

Wingnut raised and corn fed

Teabags dragging on the chamber floor

He did what he had to do

To get southern boys to vote for you

To grease the wheels to get you in the door

But he must have said some things

That made them think that he was strange

And made them wonder if he was one of them

Called him in and questioned him

But he wouldn’t make amends

So they had to reel the poor boy in

He was an absolute

Piece of shit to tell the truth

But he never told the truth to me

He never told the truth to you

Don’t think he ever set out to

He was indifferent to honesty

His positions were pre-ordained

To help conceal his vast disdain

For anything that lessened his appeal

His integrity was phoning in

Totally Nixonian

Honing in the art of making deals

He was a piece of work

More or less a total jerk

His own mama called him an S.O.B

He never worked an honest day

Just kissed up to a better way

To sell the cow that you could get for free

When he got out of line

They snatched him up from behind

And put him in a box with fancy trim

Rolled him out for all to see

His rendez-vous with destiny

Now someone else will play the part of him