Premier McGinty enjoy it while you can,
Because this is your first and last kick at the can,
It is unknown if you ever in your life told the truth,
And your Liberal followers are equally uncouth.
We see the usual traditions of tax and spend,
Your lies and lies about the lies supposed not to offend,
This is a symptom of the sickness we should try to cure,
Before we are all homeless, on welfare with the poor.
You’re a one term premier just like your friend Bob Rae,
And like him, you too have socialist feet of clay,
Could you phone up Mike Harris and ask him to come back?
Before we go bankrupt or completely out of whack.
You pompously parade as if none of this is true,
As if your lies and your promises were only a few,
You wrote yourself a report card that is hard to believe,
Paid by public funds as you continued to deceive.
You are indeed a symbol of these despotic days,
How to be a premier by lying in every phrase,
And then go on an uncontrolled tax and spend spree,
And nod your head as if everyone will agree.