Do not go gentle into that good night
Though prosecutors say they’ve got the goods
If they had anything then they’d indict.
The other pols say I should “do what’s right”
Those bastards only want my BLEEPING job
Do not go gentle into that good night.
My jealous rivals buzz like stinging mites
They never had my vision or my guts
To see the White House squarely in their sights.
I’ve heard some say that Blago’s not too bright
Or maybe has a screw loose in his head
Perhaps Senator Burris can enlighten.
So don’t expect that I will be contrite
And walk away (what’s in this thing for me?)
Until I make a deal then I will fight.
So bring it, bring it on with all your might
Impeachment, accusations tapes and more
I’ll not go gentle into that good night
Rage, rage against the war you would ignite.