This Bud's for you, Mr. Robertson.
Jesus says it's time for you to go (go, go, go)
God begs you, please, Mr. Robertson.
Heaven laughs at everything you say,
(Hey, hey, hey, . . . hey, hey, hey)

Pat would like to know a little bit about your gay lifestyle.
He'd like to see that you all burn in hell.
Heard about you, all you preach are hateful fascist lies.
Now the time has come for you to be called home.

This Bud's for you, Mr. Robertson.
Jesus says it's time for you to go (go, go, go)
God begs you, please, Mr. Robertson.
Heaven laughs at everything you say,
(Hey, hey, hey, . . . hey, hey, hey)

Hide behind religion where no liberal ever goes.
Put it in your sermon call it gospel.
Here's a little secret, just for Robertson's own ear.
Most of us we've all just had it with your cheer,

This Bud's for you, Mr. Robertson.
Jesus says it's time for you to go (go, go, go)
God begs you, please, Mr. Robertson.
Heaven laughs at everything you say,
(Hey, hey, hey, . . . hey, hey, hey)

Preaching from a Tee-Vee on a Sunday afternoon.
Speaking at the candidates' debate.
Preach about it, speak about it when we've got to choose.
Ev'ry time you run for it, you'll lose.

Where have you gone, you Abortion foe?
A nation turns its pro-choice eyes from you. (you, you, you)
What's that you say, Mr. Robertson.
"Christian Co" is broke and gone away.
(Yea, Yea, Yea, . . . Yea, Yea, Yea)