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Rush can't hear,
And soon his hearing will be gone.
Rush can't hear,
And soon his hearing will be gone.
He is hated, and we loathe him.
We'll be rid of his brand of sleaziness.
No more ear aches to dread.
We're all aware of his looniness.
All that hating there.

The Gas Bag, pricked by a dart.
It's his turn to bleed.
Mocked for all his cruelty.
Rush can't hear,
And soon his hearing will be gone.

We really loathe him,
He and his hearing will be gone.
To George W.,
Rush has been dutiful.
Things went Bush's way.
But the loon named Rush
Will soon fall apart.
Get burned as he talked, just talked away.

He's popping at the seams.
He made his wealth from ditto dopes.
Look at him now...
Look at him...
See what W. has done for him.
His right wing base.
Rush's crying pollutes airspace.

We're sick of Limbaugh's right wing drone.
He'll be deaf and all alone.
He lived by words so indiscreet.
Knowing that he's Rush, we couldn't weep.

The Right Wing cries for him much,
But we don't care.
Now if only he'd get off the air!

Rush can't hear,
And soon his hearing will be gone.
Rush can't hear,
And soon his hearing will be gone.

We really loathe him,
He and his hearing will be gone.
We really loathe him,
He and his hearing will be gone.
We really loathe him,
He and his hearing will be gone.

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