Now smack talkin’ wacks, our country’s got some
They howl November tunes, like to squawk across the nation
They just blurt it out profuse
They always time it for the news
They’re full of vitriol, abuse
Just to fire up their congregations

Who can talk to a clan
When the brains are all unmanned?
No one

Hear howls and the grief, preachin’ putzes, goaders
They free form the facts to rile and astound the voters
Hear from their trumpet spout
“People heed the words I shout
Smart am I, you must rely.”
Twist out the words for the votes and the donors.

You can say they’ve a plan
But it won’t help the common man
No, no, no, no, no, no

They denounce all decriers, “They’re a bunch of traitors.
If you don’t believe our smack, then you’re a bunch of haters.”
You know it seems they lie with ease
Simple scapegoats fill their needs
And who exploits the worst of country’s big fears
Makes a fine dictator

We know, we know
Who can join with a band
With the I.Q. of a yam?
I.Q. of a yam?

Smack talking whacks, yeah
Smack talking whacks,
Bang a big drum
Yeah, smack talking whacks
Make a brain numb
Smack talking whacks
Smack talking whacks