You came Father Nixon Mr. Watergate They gave you so many honors These exploiters of the people. They festooned the widest path From Ras-El-Tine to Mecca So that from there you could go to Accra And that it could be said he made the pilgrimage. It was a real traveling circus, Your benediction Parents of the Prophet. The day of your arrival your agents prepared for you A beautiful exorcism ritual Where the whores strutted their stuff Homos and lowlifes And where Chamhourèche in person Made love to the priestess, there were many processions. A whole retinue of blood suckers followed Groveling by order of importance, Of course. Those who invited you said to you Come eat some candies and sweets. And since you are a little naive, You thought us easy prey. You were in ruins; They wanted to help prop you up. Undesirable partner, I spit in your face, Disguised as a blessing. Listen and remember, Even though you won't be around much longer, I won't bid you welcome or to go away. I won't tell you come, or get lost. But they say, Egyptian flesh is corrosive there, Where it's wasting away. For a real traveling circus, Your benediction, Parents of the Prophet.