Mitty the Moocher

Folks, here´s a story ‘bout Mitty the Moocher
He'll punk ya worse than Ashton Kutcher
Got rich on other folks' trouble and trials
Hid his money away on the Cayman Isles

Hidee-Hidee-Hidee-hide
Hodee-hodee-hodee-ho
Heedey-hee-dee-hee-dee hee
Hidee-hidee-hide de dough

He lived high on the hog like old Mister Burns

Refused to release his tax returns
Ain’t nobody he won’t offend
He says, “Corporations are people, my friend”

Hidee-Hidee-Hidee-hide
Wooooooh
Heedey-hee-dee-hee-dee hee
Hidee-hidee-hide de dough

When they hit the consulate in old Benghazi
Mitt got his facts all fuzzy-wuzzy
He called the President a terrorist
Mitt when you’re gone, you won’t be missed

hidee-hidee-hidee-hide
hodee-hodee-hodee-ho

scoodley-woo-scoodley-woo-scoodley-woodley-woodley-woo
Hidee-hidee-hide de dough

He got his mansions and dancing horses
Each meal he eats is a dozen courses
He makes more money than he can count

Hides it away in a Swiss account

Hidee-Hidee-Hidee-hide
Hodee-hodee-hodee-ho
Heedey-hee-dee-hee-dee hee
Hidee-hidee-hide de dough

Way down in the Florida town of Boca
With every millionaire but Iacocca
He got his millions from Shelly’s casino
And said he wished he was born Latino

Whoooa, yeaaaah
Hey de he de he he
Whoa Whoa

Now Mitt’s got somethin’ to tell you freeloaders
Turns up his nose at your body odors
You work two jobs, can’t barely pay the rent
Still you pay more than Mitt’s 14 percent

Hidee-Hidee-Hidee-hide
Hodee-hodee-hodee-ho
Heedey-hee-dee-hee-dee hee
Hidee-hidee-hide de dough

He placed a call to Ryan the youth
The kid’s allergic to tellin’ the truth
He run a marathon like Rosie Ruiz
Now they both got the foot in mouth disease

Hi de hi de hi de hide
Ho de ho de ho de ho
Skiddley doodley doodly do
Skiddly diddly day

Mitt had a dream he was president
But only of the fifty-three percent
On the other 47, he up and quit
Now he’s the president of jack shit

Hi de hi de hi de hide
Skooby de be do
He de he de he de he
Whoa, Whoa Whoa

Poor Mitt, Poor Mitt, Poor Mitt