When the sun comes up on a sleepy little town
down around San Antone
and the Guy is writing up a parody
scratchin' around his dome.
"The people on the left are strange."
From this Guy's head, this thought came.

Well, you're talkin' 'bout DiRito Grove!
Whoa, whoa, DiRito Grove!

Well, the Clintons were a-winnin'
Lord, they're a target for this big Guy in that town.
But the Bushies' got to flyin', warrin' and a-lyin'
economy went way down.
We say that George Dubya's insane
but for him that Guy's still game.

We're talkin' 'bout DiRito Grove!
Whoa, whoa, DiRito Grove!

But every day there's a new thing comin'
the ways of an conservative view.
He's beatin' lots o' plowshares into samurai swords
to the tune of country music at night.

And though he stays in the Lone Star State
People ought to beware:
He aims his parodies toward the East...

Talkin' 'bout DiRito Grove!
Whoa, whoa, DiRito Grove!