Roy Merritt Poet Lyric

Nuthin' But a Leech Part One

NUTHIN' BUT A LEECH
(Part One)
By Roy Merritt

Wasn’t that what it was about
Drainin' that swamp of gators
Who march through the halls of Congress
Nuthin' more than well dressed waiters

They move from office to office
Meet in solemn Committee rooms 
As eager as a newlywed bride  
To be seduced by her new groom

So maybe gators isn’t what we see 
As they lounge on the Potomac’s beach 
Perhaps we’d be better served 
To call 'em nuthin' but a leech

And they deliver up their goodies
Their legislative delight
To enhance the wealth of donors
Who’re responsible for our plight

And still many of you suckers 
I’m inclined to understand
Have lost the use of your ears
Didn’t comprehend the man

So maybe gators isn’t what we see 
As they lounge on the Potomac’s beach
Perhaps we’d be better served 
To call 'em nuthin' but a leech

He told us all he was a part of it
That when cash was on the line
When they wanted his money
Not the first one of ‘em had a spine

Why he even told us Mitt Romney
He could have put down on his knees
To do what I can only imagine
Satisfies minds so diseased

So maybe gators isn’t what we see 
As they lounge on the Potomac’s beach 
Perhaps we’d be better served 
To call 'em nuthin' but a leech

And now he’s loading up his cabinet
With likewise billionaires 
Who could give a hoot in hell
About your many cares

These people think they’re godlike
And you’re just peasant class
Worthy of only exploitin' 
For being in such a caste

So maybe gators isn’t what we see 
As they lounge on the Potomac’s beach 
Perhaps we'd be better served
To call 'em nuthin' but a leech

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