A “Newt” Deal

Away in DC, no crib for a bed, All the poor and the homeless lay down their cold heads. The stars in the Congress look down where they lay And say: Get a job and get out of our way. The cattle are lowing, the farmers are glad, Because price supports are sure to be had. I love thee, Jesse Helms, look down from on high. Subsidize our tobacco ‘til doomsday is night.