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   Now somewhere in the blackmailin’ Hill’s decoders
   There lives a woman who’s a walking RICO, yeah —
   And most days her husband’s run off with another side,
   Hit Miss Ricola in her pride,
   Ricola didn’t like that
   Said, “I’m gonna get that boy”.
   So one day she rolled into town,
   Booked herself and the Hum in the local saloon.

   RICO Rackette
   Met with the jet set
   Only to find hidden files;
   RICO had come
   To take away guns,
   And to shoot off the legs of her rivals.

   Like Bernie, it seems, who had broken her dreams,
   By stealing the voters of her fancies.
   Now, they were all liars, called themselves Occupiers,
   But everyone knew they were Nancies.

   Now her moneygrubber, who called himself Bubba,
   Was in the sex room at the hoedown.
   While RICO burst in, with plastered-on grin,
   And said, “Donny boy, this is a showdown”.
   But Donald was ready, he kept focus steady
   On RICO collapsing in a coma.
   .
   (do-doo-do-do do doo ….)
   .

   Now, the doctor came in, bringing her gin,
   And proceeded to lie to the voters
   She said, “Ricola, you met your match”.
   And RICO said, “Doc, I’ve still got a vag!
   And I’ll be bitter / I’ll be better, Doc, as soon as I am POTUS”.

   Now RICO’s consumed
   With that Lincoln Bedroom,
   Which clearly could fund her foundation.
   But Lincoln’s checked out,
   And he left us no doubt,
   That this is not that kind of nation.

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2. She likes to make off-the-cough remarks.

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