This tall, skinny lady
long, blonde hair a-hangin' down
Offers shrill opinions
Lies and falsehoods do abound
Annoying, raises hackles
That snotty bag of bones
But since "nine-eleven" taken
lots of money home

Book out
right now
From Coulter, Ann
Full of junk
and more lies again
Skinny lady's set
a sad trend
with the hateful words
that she always vends

Man, her crap seems endless
she is just so full of jive
Yeah, when I sat down to pen this
my mind shifted into "Drive"
Her scorn is unrelenting
Her screed seems straight from Hell
TV Set or a Rostrum
She is doing a "Hard Sell"

Book out
so now
here's Coulter, Ann
Smears someone
and calls them a name
"Lib'ral Traitor"
"Our Enemy's Friend"
Seems there is some "bug"
up in Ann's rear-end

[Instrumental break]
[then towards the end of the instrumental break in the section where the OS group softly sings "Ooh's" to the chorus melody]

{Ooh, no truth, from Coulter, Ann}
{Always lies and misrepresents}
{Skinny lady turns truth on end}
[Tortures Reason then beats it to death}

Makes such noise; she rages
She must be sick of mind
Making tons of dollars, oy
her "Faith" is the "Bottom Line"
Ann C. sure sounds bitter
Angrily expounds
She attacked the "Terror Widows" with glee
Man, to me that seems unwound

Big mouth
She spouts
with rancor and
then some more
of the same refrain
Think this lady
should make amends
But the chance of that
seems remote, at best

[sing softly out towards fade]
{Book out}
{She spouts}
{some more lies and}
{still more smears and...}

[Instrumental - sing even more lightly out to end fade]
{Get the hook out}
{For Ann C., man...}