There's a tumor in the White House There's a blowhard at the gate Choke-holders in the squad car Bootlickers on parade There's a tumor in the White House It's getting bigger every day Chest puffers on the TV Always got so much to say So if you buyin' what they're sellin' But some part of you remains Go on and call your friend Llewellyn Maybe he feels the same And if you're tired of the peril The rhetoric and the shame Go on and call your old Aunt Carol Maybe it's not too late 'Cause there's a tumour in the White House There's a fascist at the bank Flag wavers in the court house Why do assholes get their way? So if you've eaten the mythology and Now you've got a belly ache Go on and call your old friend Dorothy Maybe she feels the same And if you're tired of the peril The bullshit and the hate Go on and call your uncle Darryl Maybe it's not too late Maybe it's not too late I hope it's not too late