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There's an ugly little wasel 'bout nine
Face up from cryin' 'n lyin'
her sweet little hubby's
Suckin' prong part
(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 that he's the one
Oh he is,
If
Is your of family fun,
An' he's got some for you!
(now, tell me that true)

Now, what if slightly gay,
Will pat let get away?
Everything we've him say
Indicated jim must pay,
(and it just hurt a bit)
But keep that money in,
pat and naughty jimbo
Can't get of it

Perhaps it's idea
Of an action plan
To give white trash a break';
Well, took those jeezo-bucks and ran
To the bank! to the bank! to the bank! to the bank!
And every night we can hear them
Their buddy, up
For down his love
(while you all the glove)

Jim and pat should a pole
(right up each glory-hole),
With tar and too --
Just like they'd to do to you

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

'cause some don't want prayer in school!

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

Conviced they are 'the ones' --
And all parents carry guns,
And hold cards in the n.r.a.
(with fingers on the triggers
When kneel and pray)

a ku-klux muu-muu
In the of the truck,
If you born again,
They wanna you up, screamin':
'no abortion, no-siree!'
'life's too precious, you see!'
(what's that from the neighbor's tree?
Why, it looks like 'colored to me --
Would do that...seriously? )

if you will
A television evangelist,
from korean combat duty by his father, a u.s. senator

law --
But is not qualified to it

Father of a 'love
Who, in adulthood, the remnants
Of religious propaganda program

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

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

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

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

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

Now, wouldn't that sort of
As an tragedy?
(especially if he covers it up,
'jesus it to me!')

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

And if you don't by now,
The of what I'm tellin' you,
Then, surely I have failed --

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

I
'jesus will think you're a
And it be true!

There's an old cross
In the land of --
It's still burnin' on lawn
And it smells rotten

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