I hear the lame a comin'
Their controllin' sounds no end
And they keep havin' sunshine state debate, amen
Those smucks with wholesome missions with their drag suits on
But those fags keep on rollin' stay out of San Antone
They act like little babies those mama totin' ones
They really work a good ploy controllin' all the guns
Someone should have taught Jan Reno not to cheat and lie
(I still hate that dude)
But ever since they lost that 'lection they just bitch, piss and cry

These fat cat politicians in their fat cat drivin' cars
They got friends like Qadafi and Fidel gives them cigars
But I wish they'd be succumbing and then just leave us be
But they don't do no improvin'
Can't leave the culture be

If we could put them down in prison
Or way deep down in a mine
I bet they couldn't fall too much further off behind
And these liberals in the backfield that's just where they'll stay
If they don't get them a platform come election day