She came to Turn Left away down from Philly, toting her bag of all that was silly.
She's unloaded her crud and set it all free, and it turns out that "She" is really a "he"
His boundries are infinite in his own way, putting all manner of trash on display.
Blowing his horn and linking galore, that he happened to find on the most filthy floor
Oh Porgy Girl, Oh Porgy Girl, thy mind's a regular tilt-a-whirl.
Oh Porgy Girl, whomever you be, if you throw up... don't do it on me.
He hates the Clintons like they're Josef Stalin, blaming them for all that has fallen.
"Hillary is nothing but white trash!", Is one note that he's pulled from his stash.
"Bill sleeps with all but her" he cries, after saying the Prez himself lies.
And finally, in a remark inhuman, he compares Chelsea to "Alfred E. Neuman".
Oh Porgy Girl, Oh Porgy Girl, thy mind's a regular tilt-a-whirl.
Oh Porgy Girl, whomever you be, if you throw up... don't do it on me.
His bigotry's waved like a banner of pride, I geuss it's just something he cannot hide.
On occasion he just blows his lid, refering to AIDS with the long lost term "GRID"
And he believes that gays = butt-screwers, who come from the depths of the smelliest
sewers.
And to top it off on young boys they "prey,", yes that is his argument 'gainst being gay.
Oh Porgy Girl, Oh Porgy Girl, thy mind's a regular tilt-a-whirl.
Oh Porgy Girl, whomever you be, if you throw up... don't do it on me.
Sad as he is, there's a light through it all. He provides good laughs and we all have a
ball.
Typical excuses... irrelevent screams, Helpless obsessions... watch as his head steams.
Pathetic attempts at something like debate, spitting things out at all too a high rate.
Predictable, yes, you can tell what's coming... Porgy, as usual, does get mind-numbing.
Oh Porgy Girl, Oh Porgy Girl, thy mind's a regular tilt-a-whirl.
Oh Porgy Girl, whomever you be, if you throw up... don't do it on me.
