A Song Commemorating the Bundy Siege

Mamas, Don’t Let Your Babies Grow Up To Be Morons

(To the tune of…well, you know)

Morons ain't easy to love and they're harder to hold.

They’re heads are all empty and hearts that are icy cold.

Holding a gun they like to play tough

But anger is all they know

Most don’t understand him, and don’t care to try

They just want him to go

Mamas, don't let your babies grow up to be morons.
Don't let 'em hear Rush or listen to country songs.
And don’t let them vote for Trump.
Mamas don't let your babies grow up to be morons.
'Cos they'll never be right and just want to fight.
For every idea that is wrong

Morons like smoky old back rooms and facts they make up

FOX bloviators and gas-guzzling pick up trucks.

They love the word freedom but clearly don’t know what it means
or how a democracy works

His thoughts are a jumble of clichés and myths

Let’s face it he’s clearly a jerk.

Mamas, don't let your babies grow up to be morons.

Don't let 'em hear Rush or listen to country songs.
And don’t let them vote for Trump.
Mamas don't let your babies grow up to be morons.
'Cos they'll never be right and just want to fight.
For every idea that is wrong.