Bennies for Buddies

by Lindsey Eck



Every two years they come ridin’ in

For 20 hard weeks full of blather and spin

Nights away from the wife full of liquor and sin

Me, I pay to play because I play to win

Bennies for buddies — the pols are back in town

T-bones for Bubbas and fat Cohibas all around

Can I buy you a ’rita? Can I find you a gal?

When you’re there in the chamber, just remember your pal

Bennies for buddies — the pols are back in town


I find ’em VIP passes — Auditorium Shores

And girls so purty you will not call them whores

A box of cigars like you can’t find in stores

For that and 15 Gs one of these can be yours

Bennies for buddies — the pols are back in town

Prime rib for Junior — man, they love them country sounds

Can I buy you a ’rita? Can I find you a gal?

When you’re there in the chamber, just remember your pal

Bennies for buddies — the pols are back in town


Well, they bash evolution with biblical quotes

And demand executions ’cause it brings in the votes

Go light on polluters, kick the poor in the rear

Then it’s back to their well paid consulting career

You can call this a kickback, call it a bribe —

I call it what a working man does to survive:

Bennies for buddies …


Back-slappin’ buddies in a room full of smoke

Barroom bidness over bourbon and Coke

Baby back ribs with some gals at the Spoke

Me, I pay for the perks ’cause you’re a jerk if you’re broke

Bennies for buddies — the pols are back in town

T-bones for Bubbas and fat Cohibas all around

Can I buy you a ’rita? Can I find you a gal?

When you’re there in the chamber, just remember your pal

Bennies for buddies — the pols are back in town





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This song is intended as satire. Any resemblance to any actual legislative body is strictly coincidental.

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