To the tune of: The Man on the Flying Trapeze

He lies on the air
With the greatest of ease
His stories are garbage
And he is a sleaze
His behavior's obnoxious
He's like a disease
and the truth he has taken away

He talks about values
But these he does scorn
He harasses his colleagues
With fa-la-fel porn
He's still on TV
And this we all mourn
He betrays our country - the sleaze

He'd change all the facts
Like Rove with the war,
His words are unhinged
Like a drunk in the bar. (I know war and bar don't rhyme)
Perhaps he's a pervert
Describe him a louse,
But the freepers they watch just the same.