I’m mired in a pit of sleaze;

I'm sinking downwards past my knees.

I cast off principles with ease.

It seems that I’ve become immune

To shame which would make others swoon.

 

I'm mired in a pit of sleaze.

Just like a mouse who’s grabbed the cheese,

I only have myself to please.

I sup with porkers in a trough

And lay down vintage wines to quaff.

 

I’m mired in a pit of sleaze.

Light regulation’s friendly breeze

Has given me the rope to tease

Brown envelopes stuffed full of cash

For reading out some scripted trash.

 

I’m mired in a pit of sleaze.

I bill obscene and bloated fees

And have accepted hotel keys;

I’m a sucker for temptation,

Granted free as recreation.

 

I’m on the fiddle, on the take;

I’m in the money, on the make.

My ethics make my temples ache.

My perks are served up on a plate;

Put my next freebie on the slate.