In February 16th And February 65 in Washington, BC, the subject of this song was born, but Kavanaugh was he.

No one ever dreamed a dream for just as he would be, the most disgusting womanizing drunk you'll ever see.

Everyone knows the story goes a fret he likes the beers And blacking out on Guinnessed Out with Tovon and with speed

Turnin' out the lights and chrome and females with his fears

The way he pitches his lips looks like an an anus between his ears.

Hurrah, hurrah for Kavanaugh! The way he pitches his lips looks like an anus between his ears.

Hurrah, hurrah for Kavanaugh, who knew you'd get this far? Not only did you pass the bar, you passed out at the bar.

Who would think that selling your soul and glow in Kenneth's star?

What gets you smug in tight?

The ass exactly where you are.

Let's have a shot of whiskey as we sing about whole bread. Forces himself on women that he says that he forgets

and doesn't show the slightest morsel of regret.

Let's pour another shot so we don't talk about his dead.

Does anyone believe this fucking assholes on the core? Another shot so we don't talk about his dead.

Does anyone believe this fucking assholes on the court? And all the while he's saying to us, come on and be a sport.

I went to Yale, I'm white and male, your ship has come to port.

Take off your shirt, hike up your skirt and show me your support.

Hurrah, hurrah, for Kaanah, you filthy fucking prick. The way you're treating women really makes me fucking sick.

I hope with Bader Ginsburg goes and hits you with a stick,

gets you with an uppercut and kicks you in a dick.

Now that's curse the GOP and pass the pints around. They back a man who's from a plan that holds a woman down

because they don't really like you if you're female or you're brown.

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