How comforting it is to rise
And face the coming day
And know that for the things I do
Someone else will have to pay.
If I build a public building
Upon a muddy hill
And it slides into the valley,
Someone else will pay the bill.
And if I say, "We must send troops,
Or Ruritania will be lost,"
We'll pack them up and send them off
And never mind the cost.
Oh a politician's life
Is sometimes hard, but what the heck,
Taxpayers will always be here,
When the time comes for the check.