F— your bulls— and your drama

F— you from my dog to my mama

F— your American hating wife

F— your American hating life

F— your Socialist regime

And your government machine

F— the money that you took

You’re a liar and a crook

F— the secretary of this state

And the scumbag that’s her mate

F— the cheats that you pick

You creeps all make me sick

F— the people that you’ve fooled

And the scribes that have drooled

And the losers that you’ve conned

With the magic of your wand

F— the crowd where you mingle

F— Chris Matthews’s leg you made tingle

F— you from the guy on the single

You’re but a berry on his dingle

F— the isms of your teachers

F— the hatred of your preachers

F— your tutors and your mentors

F— your “jealousy filled resenters”

F— the books that you read

F— the liberal blood that you bleed

F— the scholars that you know

F— the visions that you sow

F— the thoughts in your head

F— the dreams in your bed

F— your lips and your tongue

And the words that they’ve brung

F— the ground where you walk

F— the air in your talk

F— the food in your bowl

F— your heart and f— your soul

F— you Obama!!

Leave this house, once graced by the Reagans

Take the liberals, commies, satans and pagans

Go to hell with your song and dance

America doesn’t need ya, go live in France!