In Kennebunk, land of the Bushes, The men of the cloth all wore tweed. And one didn’t meet any Christians Like Robertson, Falwell and Reed.

But politics calls for adjustments. If right is the wing that you need, You praise God and shout hallelujah With Robertson, Falwell and Reed.

So Bush, the uniter from Texas, Said, “Since you’re the fellows they heed, Do Jesus’s work down and dirty, Please, Robertson, Falwell and Reed.”

They blackened McCain with their phone banks And told all the voters that he’d Consort with the people most hated By Robertson, Falwell and Reed.

McCain’s just too chummy with Satan, And should he, not Bush II, succeed, The unborn would have no protector, Said Robertson, Falwell and Reed.

Well, W won Carolina, For three days he had back his lead. For this he had pledged his allegiance To Robertson, Falwell and Reed.

Yes, he made his pact–not with Satan, But, still, he will never be freed. He’ll always be part of a package With Robertson, Falwell and Reed.