(instrumental intro)

No joke's over the line for Limbaugh, no joke's over the line.
Sh*ttin'-brown clown at his radio station, no joke's over the line.
Hateful rants insane, to your homes are carried,
Limbaugh on his radio time.
Sh*ttin'-brown clown at his radio station, no joke's over the line.

Can't... get enough; his dopes don't see...
Rush ain't changing.. his right-wing lunacy.
Dittoheads' joy is burned into their brains, what Limbaugh says.
Like him, they choose Bush's monarchy.
We're sure their brains are dead; hear them slime...

No joke's over the line for Limbaugh, no joke's over the line.
Sh*ttin'-brown clown at his radio station, no joke's over the line.
Hateful rants insane, to your homes are carried,
Limbaugh on his radio time.
Sh*ttin'-brown clown at his radio station, no joke's over the line.

Rush... selling hate... Rush Country's vile.
Big money he's earning; no substance, only style.
To insults he hurled, he's absorbed quite a few, for he is despised.
His drug-induced hell that he's been through
Made him quite criticized; still sliming...

No joke's over the line for Limbaugh, no joke's over the line.
Sh*ttin'-brown clown at his radio station, no joke's over the line.
Hateful rants insane, to your homes are carried,
Limbaugh on his radio time.
Sh*ttin'-brown clown at his radio station, no joke's over the line.

No joke's over the line for Limbaugh, no joke's over the line.
Sh*ttin'-brown clown at his radio station, no joke's over the line.
Hateful rants insane, to your homes are carried,
Limbaugh on his radio time.
Sh*ttin'-brown clown at his radio station, no joke's over the line.

(repeat refrain and fade)