he's a lame duck come November
yes he is
he's a lame duck come November
that's a fact
he's a loser come November he'll no doubt be on a bender
he'll be drunk until December yes he will
he'll be spending his own money come next year
he'll be spending his own money sans career
there's no use in fight or fussin'
( maybe go stare down a Russian)
old Niagara will be free of one more shill
he'll be looking for a new job yes he shall
he'll be looking for a new job yes he will
maybe you can get some gigs you resolved the bay of pigs
your pathetic ego shan't pay one damn bill
you can pander condiments to Mario you can pander condiments to Buffalo
you can pander beer and mustard gosh we hope that you're not flustered
maybe rent a stand for custard when you go
he'll be ridin' on a rail where's the tar
and his lackeys here without him won't get far
he'll be ridin' on a rail when his ship of fools won't sail
and they won't be leaving in a city car
he's a whiter shade of pale in the fall he's a whiter shade of pale after all
he's a loser that's for certain
as they slowly lower the curtain
he'll be cryin' and a hurtin'
goodbye paul