(A Houston version of the Irish folk song)

Oh, Kenny Boy, your friends are disappearing.
They don’t know you, much less your kvetchy wife.
Yes, it’s sad when pols that you’ve been shmeering
Now hope that you’ll get twenty years to life.
They sang your song: They passed deregulation.
They passed your laws. They bent the regs your way.
But now they track your every obfuscation.
Old Kenny Boy, their Kenny Boy’s now Mr. Lay.