An open letter to the fat, arrogant, anti-charismatic, national embarrassment known as President John Adams Shit! The man's irrational. He claims that I'm in league With Britain in some vast international intrigue Trick, please! You wouldn't know what I'm doin' You're always goin' berserk But you never show up to work Give my regards to Abigail Next time you write about my lack of moral compass At least I do my job up in this rumpus Ooh... The line is behind me, I crossed it again While the president lost it again Aw, such a rough life Better run, tell your wife "Yo, the boss is in Boston again" Let me ask you a question. Who sits At your desk when you're in Massachusetts? They were calling you a dick back in '76 And you really haven't done anything new since You're a nuisance with no sense You'll die of irrelevance Go ahead, you aspire to my level You inspire to malevolence Say hi to the Jeffersons! And the spies all around me Maybe they can confirm I don't care if I kill my career with this letter I'm confining you to one term Sit down, John, you fat motherfucker! Cool