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

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

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

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

it's their idea
Of an affirmative action
To give white trash a 'special
Well, took those jeezo-bucks and ran
To the bank! to the bank! to the bank! to the bank!
And every 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 saintly glory-hole),
tar and feathers too --
Just like they'd to do to you

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

'cause some folks don't prayer in school!

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

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

With a muu-muu
In the of the truck,
If you born 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 like 'colored folks' to me --
they do that...seriously? )

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

law --
But is not to practice it

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

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

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

Involved in '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

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

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

I hope we see that day,
In the of the free --
Or will we?
we?

And if you know by now,
The truth of what I'm you,
Then, surely I failed 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 rugged
In the of cutton --
It's burnin' on somebody's lawn
And it smells rotten

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