(instrumental intro)

Ad hominem begins, 'til Chuck says it must end.
Chuck said, "No more - if you're sore, then scream,
And write a parody.
But trash no more... but trash no more."

Not too wise, he seems,
To think he's "clone" of me.
How he raved, must have slaved for hours.
Song got posted now.
My evil "clone."
My evil "clone."

Male bimbo for the Right
Debuts at AmIRight.
Hey, meet your "father" now.
Hear him shout, with a right wing spin.
Bush he can't defend.

(instrumental break)

One who boasts so bold
Must have his brains on hold.
Duh-Buh-You lovers do
So cast all reason to the wind.
The coast was clear... he posted here.

Male bimbo for the Right
Debuts at AmIRight.
Hey, meet your "father" now.
Hear him shout, with a right wing spin.
What a rotten mouth...
My evil clone... oh, oh, my evil clone.

Male bimbo for the Right
Debuts at AmIRight.
Hey, meet your "father" now.
Hear him shout, with a right wing spin.
What a rotten mouth...
My evil clone... oh, oh, my evil clone.
Hear him shout, with a right wing spin.
He is full of wind, hot air...

(instrumental ending)