Traficant did, and the traitors Waled on him.
But in the dark and stormy night
The Wig sallies forth
As the heavens get ready to rumble.
The Wig be bracin' traitor-rapist 42 'bout dat million from Mochtar.
The Wig be badgerin' the Butch of Buchenvald 'bout dat hundred large from Chicken Man.
The Wig be arm-twisting Algore bout' dem strategic oil reserves.
The Wig be doing the Charles Dickens on Loserman 'bout his Enron end-run donations.
The Wig will rise from the pages of P-J-Comix to depose dirty Dems in the dead of night.
As they seek sleep counting sheep they find themselves horrified by the baaaad wigs of
Hiawatha didn't bother too much 'Bout Minnie Ha-Ha and her tender touch Till she took him to the silver stream Then she whispered words like he had never heard That made him all shudder inside when she said Wig-wam bam, gonna make you my man Wam bam bam, gonna get you if I can Wig-wam bam, wanna make you understand Try a little touch, try a little too much Just try a little wig-wam bam Running Bear never cared enough About Little White Dove and her tender love Till she took him to the silver stream She told him all about what he couldn't live without And made him all weak inside when she said Wig-wam bam, gonna make you my man Wam bam bam, gonna get you if I can Wig-wam bam, wanna make you understand Try a little touch, try a little too much Just try a little Wig-wam bam Wig-wam bam sham-a-lam Wam bam bam sham-a-lam Wig-wam bam sham-a-lam Wam bam bam sham-a-lam Hiawatha didn't bother too much About Minnie Ha-Ha and her tender touch Till she took him to the silver stream Then she whispered words like he'd never heard That made him all shudder inside when she said Wig-wam bam, gonna make you my man Wam bam bam, gonna get you if I can Wig-wam bam, wanna make you understand Try a little touch, try a little too much Just try a little wig-wam bam, and she said Wig-wam bam, gonna make you my man...
lyrics by Sweet, circa 1972