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There's an ugly little wasel 'bout three-foot
Face puffed up cryin' 'n lyin'
'cause her sweet hubby's
prong part time
(in the of the lord)

Get a clue, little
Oh yeah, oh
Jesus thinks you're a

Did he really tammy to do his work?
Robertson says he's the one
Oh he is,
If
Is your idea of fun,
An' he's got planned for you!
(now, tell me that true)

Now, what if jimbo's gay,
pat let jimbo get away?
Everything heard him say
Indicated that jim pay,
(and it just might a bit)
But keep money rollin' in,
'cause pat and naughty
get enough of it

Perhaps it's idea
Of an affirmative action
To white trash a 'special break';
Well, they took those and ran
To the bank! to the bank! to the bank! to the bank!
And night we can hear them thank
Their buddy, up
For sending his love
(while you all the glove)

Jim and pat should a pole
(right up each glory-hole),
tar and feathers too --
Just like love to do to you

('cause they you are bad --
And they are mad)

'cause some folks don't want in school!

(we'd an ark to survive the drool
Of micro-publicans, on hate,
And 'jimbo-jimbo' when graduate)

Conviced they are 'the chosen --
And all parents carry guns,
And hold them in the n.r.a.
(with their fingers on the
they kneel and pray)

With a muu-muu
In the of the truck,
If you ain't again,
They mess you up, screamin':
'no abortion, no-siree!'
'life's too precious, you see!'
(what's hangin' from the neighbor's tree?
Why, it looks like folks' to me --
they do that...seriously? )

Imagine if you
A multi-millionaire evangelist,
Saved from korean combat duty by his father, a u.s.

law --
But is not to practice it

Father of a 'love
Who, in adulthood, hosts the
Of papa's religious program

Claims not to be a healer',
But has, in the past,
Dealt stearnly with everything from to hurricanes

Involved with funding for a 'secret in central america
Claiming ronald reagan and oliver north as friends

in suspicous 'tax-avoidance schemes',
(under for 16 months by the i.r.s.)

to be a man of god;
Currenty seeking the states presidency,
Hoping we all follow him into --
The twilight

What if pat in the white house,
And --
The of 'certain people' disappear

Now, wouldn't sort of qualify
As an american
(especially if he covers it up,
told it to me!')

I hope we never see day,
In the land of the --
Or someday we?
we?

And if you know by now,
The truth of what I'm you,
Then, I have failed somehow --

And will think I'm a jerk, just like you --
If you let tv preachers
a monkey out of you!

I
'jesus will think a jerk'
And it be true!

There's an old rugged
In the land of --
It's still burnin' on somebody's
And it still smells

Jim and tammy!
Oh, baby!
You go!
You got to go!