Hutaree, oh-oh!
Wacked “army,” so, so, so, so.
The guys are a crazy crowd;
Their madness would make McVey proud.
They’d be sinking so low as to blow away cops then
Hit funerals after the crime.
They’re a creepy effusion of “Christian” pollution. . .end time.
When these turds clump together,
One asks, whither and whose behind?

Hutaree, d’oh!-d’oh!
They’re wacked, barmy, so, so, so, so.
It’s wonderful there was a sting
These nuts to justice to bring.
All we can do is hope these lunatics’ numbers
Are far between and very few.
They are makin’ look very sane
Palin and her worst crew.
Improvised explosive devices they’re ready to blow
To kill mourners at cop’s funerals
Who would simply come their grief to show.

Who are they? uh-oh!
Wacked “army,” so, so, so, so.
Ill stooges, dimwits and goons—
Fantasyland in their heads looms.
You do not have to travel to Afghanistan
To locate a rabid, scabrous jihadist crew
Kowtowing in Allah land.
Theocratic terrorists are right in the midst of you.
Killing in the name of Christ—that’s what they say.

Hutaree, go, go!
Do hard time, please, mo’! mo’!! mo’!!! mo!!!!
It’s wonderful the law could bring
These scum to a reckoning.
Let’s put away all these loons;
Let ’em rot in prison, freak goons.