"Hey Mr. Republican"

Hey Mr. Republican what is your plan?
I see your lips moving, but I don't understand
You say you've got answers to the problems we face
Your empty words fly and bounce into space
Rich, pampered men talking so tough
Nothing but bullshit, nothing but fluff
To help this great nation you'll take from the poor
And do your heavenly deed, and give the rich even more
Healthcare to you is a financial affair
Your doctor is great, so why should you care?
You rant against rubbers and tied Fallopian tubes
Making the reality known that you're nothing but boobs
A president named Mitt, a president named Newt,
A president named Rick makes my bum want to poot
Hey, Mr. Republican you don't have a plan
You'll finish us off with control in your hands.