You're a mean one, Mr. Harper.
You really are a heel.
You're as cuddly as a cactus,
You're as charming as an eel.
Mr. Harper.
You're a bad politician
With virtually no appeal.
You're a dictator, Mr. Harper.
Your heart's an empty hole.
Your brain is full of schemes,
You've got meglomania in your soul.
Mr. Harper.
I wouldn't touch you, with a
thirty-nine-and-a-half foot pole.
You really are a heel.
You're as cuddly as a cactus,
You're as charming as an eel.
Mr. Harper.
You're a bad politician
With virtually no appeal.
You're a dictator, Mr. Harper.
Your heart's an empty hole.
Your brain is full of schemes,
You've got meglomania in your soul.
Mr. Harper.
I wouldn't touch you, with a
thirty-nine-and-a-half foot pole.
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