Blunder Blubber

Just when ya thought
Things can't get any lower
Here comes the B-B B-B Blunder Blubber Pillsbury dough demon
Talk show hate
Like opioids, it is now an epidemic
So c'mon!
Meet your evil twin Can't admit you have Rush is always right
Hometown airwaves snatched by corporations Now it's all Prairie Home Neo-Nazi companions And we're libtards, feminazis, and snowflakes To keep their guns on us instead of the banks
Market their class war
As a race war
Hate pastry of the day Pavlov dogs the brainless But Rush is never right And Bart's not very breit
Flush Rush!
Fuck Fox!
Turn em off!
And feel your lights come back on

We're sick to death
Of blowhard pundit piglets High time we brought back The Fairness Doctrine
Used to be the law
When you spew bias and lies Even Fox would have to
Let the other side reply
No more boys will be boys. They know where they can go Forced to watch their own show Tied to beds of nails
As Blunder Blubber dies Blunder Blubber dies
All Blunder Blubber Die! DIE!
Flush Rush! Fuck Fox! Turn em off! Woo Hoo!