(instrumental intro)

They gave Ann a hard time for her brand of slime.
She's lost it - her sanity.
They told her several times, "Don't cross the line."
But she is a bitch, with vanity.

Seems that she was busy booing something close to nothing,
But liberals just made her sore.
On TV, we saw her; ooh, we saw her.
Miss Couric made her butt sore, butt sore.

Give Ann a raspberry, and say:
"Your mind's designed for a second class whore."
Raspberry, and say:
"Your bosses forewarned - you couldn't swear much more."
Raspberry and say:
"You stink! We loathe you!"

Shrill just because she has the nerve; so nasty.
We should send her to the funny farm.
So look here: Ann Coulter's the hack we dislike
And we'll keep deriding her bitch-woman lack of charm.

We say her uppercrust ways should be spat upon.
Said bad things about Arabs; got her nixed.
She isn't too bright, and you could tell by her history.
She slanders to get her kicks!

Give Ann a raspberry, and say:
"Your mind's designed for a second class whore."
Raspberry, and say:
"Your bosses forewarned - you couldn't swear much more."
Raspberry and say:
"You stink! We loathe you!"

She sounds like a fool when she goes through the roof,
Telling horsesh*t that is so bizarre.
Blunders and shouts with a frightening screech.
She thinks she's a movie star.

Listen: the weight of her slime is a hatefest.
She she'll tell ya:
When she has the chance, she'll use her poison pen.

She's so deranged - a joke
This looney's fun to poke.
She's a girl whose mind is a snake den.

Give Ann a raspberry, and say:
"Your mind's designed for a second class whore."
Raspberry, and say:
"Your bosses forewarned - you couldn't swear much more."
Raspberry and say:
"You stink! We loathe you!"

(repeat refrain and fade)