What a drag it is getting dull.

"It's so different today,"
I hear every rightist say,
"That the liberals are ruining the land."
But upon the window sill
Is a little bluish pill,
So go running for the shelter
Of a Rush's Little Helper.
And it helps him on the way
Through his busy busy day.

"Things are different today,"
I hear every bigot say,
"And reverse racism's taking all our jobs.
We need Bush to set things right,
And put dissidents to flight—"
And go running for the shelter
Of a Rush's Little Helper.
And it helps him on the way
Through his busy bigot day.

My maid, please,
Some more of these.
Outside the door,
He'd wait for more.
What a drag it is getting dull.

"It's so different today,"
I hear Mr. Limbaugh say,
"And a quarterback who's black can't be no good."
But if you take more of those,
You'll be fired and exposed—
No more running for the shelter
Of a Rush's Little Helper
And it helped him on the way
To his busy firing day.