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

Get a clue, shrew
Oh yeah, oh
thinks you're a jerk

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

Now, what if jimbo's gay,
Will pat let jimbo get
we've heard him say
Indicated that jim pay,
(and it just might a bit)
But keep that money in,
pat and naughty jimbo
Can't get of it

Perhaps their idea
Of an affirmative action
To give trash a 'special break';
Well, they those jeezo-bucks and ran
To the bank! to the bank! to the bank! to the bank!
And every night we can 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),
With tar and too --
like they'd love to do to you

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

'cause folks don't want prayer in school!

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

they are 'the chosen ones' --
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 born again,
They wanna you up, screamin':
'no abortion, no-siree!'
'life's too precious, you see!'
(what's that hangin' from the neighbor's
Why, it looks 'colored folks' to me --
they do that...seriously? )

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

law --
But is not to practice it

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

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

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

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

to be a man of god;
Currenty seeking the united presidency,
Hoping we will all him into --
The zone

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

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

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

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

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

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

There's an old cross
In the of cutton --
still burnin' on somebody's lawn
And it still smells

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