Ain't It Swell

The lolita express

Was chartering its last flight

And Mr. Jeffrey Epstein

Was in for a hell of a night

It was him, Jimmy Savile

The clintons, and the queen herself

They were all feeding from her reptilian teat

And ... well ...

I was the pilot

I was doing my thing

And they had thirty three child sex slaves

In the cargo bay

That they'd bring

To the private island

To do their evil deed

And as the plane began to touch down

They looked at each other

And they all agreed

That something was wrong

They weren't going to the island at all

And before they knew it

I had freed the kids and sent the plane right

Into a wall

And Eric Clapton

Is playing tears in heaven down in hell

All is right

Ain't it swell?

Mr. Robert Kelly

He took a teenage bride

And I watched the life escape from his eyes

On the night that he died

Snuck into his house

Right around 4 AM

And I took a red hot branding iron

To his face and inadvertently his hands

Shielding himself, it was a futile thing to do

And as the skin melted off of his face

Dave chappelle was singing

I'ma piss on you

And Eric Clapton

Is playing tears in heaven down in hell

All is right

Ain't it swell?

I'm not a bad man

No, I just couldn't take it anymore

Now I hear them at my door

And me and Eria Clapton

Are playing tears in heaven down in hell

All is right

Ain't it swell?