It was 2002,
Another dismal dark December Day,
Strom Thurmond had a party,
Because he'd lived a century,
At dinner time Trent Lott
Stood up to talk some after they dined
And he was whoopin' and a hollerin'
That the old man was just so fine,
And then he said the words
That got a few folks to sit up straight--
He told 'em that he wished old Strom
Had won it back in '48."

The people there just laughed it off
And passed around the blackeyed peas.
"Old Trent never had a lick of sense,
Pass the biscuits please.
And wouldn't have what problems?
--well he's really shot his mouth off now,
And 'course there was no way that Strom
Could win that thing anyhow.
He should 'a just said 'happy day'
and skipped the Dixiecrat verbiage,
But now I'm tellin' you that Trent has gone
Jumped off the segregation bridge."

A year has come and gone
Since we heard the news 'bout Trent and Strom,
Trent's back in Pascagoula,
Guess he's livin' with his mom,
There's an election comin' round,
Primary comin' in the spring,
But now Trent just doesn't seem
To wanna do much of anything,
Seems like nothin' ever comes to no good
Down in 'Sip-aye-yea...
Just look at how old Trent just up
and threw that Senate job away.