They live in places that have Bedrooms full of Pillow Guy’s stock
They sit at home lookin' out the window
Thinking CNN is a crock
They hate any guy
Who prosecutes Grump like the man named Jack
They dream of shooting rounds
Toward any people who aren’t in their pack

I say hey, hey, you, you, get out of Grump’s crowd
Hey, hey, you, you, don’t cleave to those clowns
Hey, hey, you, you, do not love those louts
Don't hang around with those Proud Boy hounds
The mags are crazy

The telephone is ringin'
An a.i. bot is fakin’ Biden on the line
A voice says some crap meant to Hurt Joe and make Grump seem fine
Don’t you fall for that fascist noise
Come on now, keep your head
Drop the KKK hood
You’re better off blue than red

I say hey, hey, you, you, get out of Grump’s crowd
Hey, hey, you, you, don’t cleave to those clowns
Hey, hey, you, you, do not love those louts
Don't hang around with those Proud Boy hounds
The mags are crazy

Be sick and tired, fed up with Grump
Decide to take a drive uptown
FInd a spot that’s quiet and peaceful
With no jerks, with no loons around
Then lay yourself down
Under a tree and dream a liberal dream
For the love of God
Get rid of that confederate flag
Stuck on your windscreen

I say hey, hey, you, you, get out of Grump’s crowd
Hey, hey, you, you, don’t cleave to those clowns
Hey, hey, you, you, do not love those louts
Don't hang around with those Proud Boy hounds
The mags are crazy