Cliven Bundy, you old galoot!
I’m tired of the tune you toot.
I’m tired of your militia way
Your “reaction one” is point and shoot!
Cliven Bundy you should pay
For your cows eating grass and hay.
Follow the law, you are no king,
And should do what the G-men say.
Cliven Bundy, hear me sing
Let the bells of freedom ring
to the ears astride your head.
(Not under your strange right wing.)
Time you did the patriot’s thing.
You’re not a hero: you’re a dead-
beat. The kind of man I fear and dread—-
A guy who thinks above the law.
I cringe to think your kind might spread!