(Mudboy on pie-anny...somebody strokin' the fiddle....gently!!)
Our soldiers'll have their Homecoming...in DeeCee, 'cuz it's Right!!
And DemonRats'll queue their DeanMachine...but we're ready fer the Fight!!
Braindead Libs frettin' 'gainst what's Good and our God...
Left promotes Fear...their loss's the Country's gain!!
The Rats fight 'gainst our own...seditious stance...
Dem Lib'rals, they lust fer Power like Ol' France...
But can't escape Bill Clinton's scum stain!!
Well, that Ashcroft Lawman runs 'bout "flamin'" not chasing the RATS or Ol' Slick Willie!!
And the Libs round here are meek like shadows...always scair't of takin' stands!!
FReep the churches...give RATS Hell!! FReedom is the A.N.S.W.E.R. fer the World!!
Patriots, join our band...Join in Dubyuh's Stand!!
The FReeper gang's assembled...Forum's a rendezvous fer the Right!!
We'll meet next to the Whitre House exit line to sing against DeeCee's blight!!
Folks, there's CORRUPTION up in the Beltway...
Fer less Guv'ment, we in the RightWing shall rally!! Then the Limbaugh troops--DittoHeads--join our Righteous Fight!!
We'll FReep with pride 'til Clinton's debts are paid...
Contract's made...We Shall RE-IMPEACH!!
Libs trash our wars, trash our good name...suckers fer Big Guvernment dreams!!
The EVIL LeftWing shunted...implodes 'cuzza rock'n'roll bands!!
That face off against each other out in the street...Join OUR Righteous Stand!!
(Guitar jammin' by CM)
In Left's Medyuh Pit, the luminaries fret 'cuz they ain't the rage.
My FRiends, the "Hate Bush" dweebs are out there...but their Hatred is the Brain-Dead Way!!
Power-hungry Lib'rals struggle 'gainst our Country...
Desperate as the Right moves on...RATS're kooks, but they'll splinter, then they're gone!!
(Big Man on saxaphone)
In DeeCee City, Bold Hearts FReep...
Bold ensigns fightin' fer what's Right...rememberin'...
RATS Power is lost...fool Lib'rals, they rot...refusin' to WIN...they surrender!!
In the jukejoints uptown, the RATS' vile dream is fer Power!!
BigShots reckon Power's their God-given Right!!
RINOs watchin while independents're stole away...
It's fer the World Right fights this noble fight!!
Inside, the FReepers type 'til Big Guv'ment's loast...
You see, we're flesh while Left's fantasy!!
Folks, the poets 'round here, we shout, "FReedom fer ALL!!"
'Cuz Right stands up fer our Liberty!!
So come and FReep fer what's Right...we'll peak fer our moment...
The Right'll make an honest stand!!
Left's mortally-wounded...BigGuv'ment's DEAD!!
The Right is Dubyuh's Land!!
HOOOOOOOO-HOOOOOOOO....woah-ah-woaaah...woah-ah-woaaaahhh...
FReegards...MUD
Couldn't do THAT again if I tried...one year to the day since I began FReepin' that song...MUD