(Mudboy on pie-anny...somebody strokin' the fiddle....gently!!)
Our soldiers'll have their Homecoming...in DeeCee, 'cuz it's Right!!
And the 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 look just 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 the RightWing's Stand!!
The FReeper gang's assembled...Forum's a rendezvous fer the Right!!
We'll meet next to the WhiteHouse exit line to sing against DeeCee's blight!!
Folks, there's corruption up in the Beltway...
Fer less Guv'ment, we on the RightWing shall rally!!
Next, the Limbaugh troops--DittoHeads--join our righteous fight!!
We'll FReep with Pride 'til Clinton's debts are paid...
Contracts made, we shall RE-Impeach!!
Libs flash guitars just like switch-blades hustling for the record machine
The evil LeftWing shunted...implodes usin' rock'n'roll bands!!
We'll face off against each other out in the street...Join Our Righteous Stand!!
(Guitar jammin')
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...
Soul engines running through a night so tender
in a bedroom locked In whispers of soft...refusal and then surrender
in the tunnels uptown The Rat's own dream guns him down
as shots echo down them hallways in the night
No one watches when the ambulance pulls away
Or as the girl shuts out the bedroom light
Outside the street's on fire in a real death waltz
Between what's flesh and what's fantasy
and the poets down here Don't write nothing at all,
they just stand back and let it all be
And in the quick of a knife they reach for their moment
And try to make an honest stand
Left'll wind up wounded...BigGuv'ment's DEAD!!
The Right is Dubyuh's Land!!
HOOOOOOOO-HOOOOOOOO....woah-ah-woaaah...woah-ah-woaaaahhh...
Mid...MUD
Kerry is too embarrassed to allow this book of his to be re-printed, but you can access it here fer FRee on-line!!
Wooo-HOOOOO...MUD