Lyrics:

Verse 1
What a friend we have in Congress,
Helping out the billionaires,
Cutting taxes for the wealthy,
While the rest get scraps and prayers.
Talk of freedom fills the headlines,
But cost of living rising high.
Say that work will bring us blessings—
But the stream is running dry.

Verse 2
What a friend we have in Congress,
Passed the bill before the four,
Called it “big” and “bold” and “perfect,”
While they locked the pantry door.
Money flows to bombs and borders,
Walls go up, but help runs out.
Need a doctor? Better hustle—
That’s what “freedom” is about.

Verse 3
What a friend we have in Congress,
Wrote off tips and overtime,
Gave a break to yachts and condos,
Called it justice, called it prime.
Sure, seniors get a small deduction,
But their coverage gets slashed.
If you're rich, your gains are rising—
If you're not, well... hope you last.

Verse 4
What a friend we have in Congress,
Tore up every climate plan.
Gave their blessings to the oil fields,
Called it “freedom,” praised the land.
“Drill and grow,” became their mantra,
As the skies turned choked and gray.
Slashed the funds for clean solutions—
Let pollution lead the way..

Verse 5
What a friend we have in Congress,
Swore they'd block it, took a stand.
But the pressure came from Donald,
And they fell right into line.
Promised voters they’d say “never,”
Till the bribes and threats began.
What a friend we have in Congress—
Bought and paid for, every man.