Dedicated to looney right wing columnist Ann Coulter
(Sung to the tune of "Good Night, Irene" by The Weavers)
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Ann Coulter's books are sordid.
She rants and toots her own horn.
To sow discord, an obscene disgrace.
We're sorry she'd ever been born.
She's mean, far ri-i-ight.
She's mean, far right.
Far right, she's mean,
Far right, she's mean,
With sleazy right wing schemes.
Disgrace, Ann is to our country.
Bush shill who props up his crown.
Causing right wing com-mo-o-tion,
A chump chicken-livered clown.
She's mean, far ri-i-ight.
She's mean, far right.
Far right, she's mean,
Far right, she's mean,
With sleazy right wing schemes.
We loathe Miss Mean, and all she'll do.
Loathe her 'cause her sleaze gets by.
'Cause Miss Mean learned to attack only
Those who won't fight back her lies.
She's mean, far ri-i-ight.
She's mean, far right.
Far right, she's mean,
Far right, she's mean,
With sleazy right wing schemes.
Dissembling, she's resembling:
Twit, brayin' out loud, for spite.
She moan 'bout no love and family.
Denounce her and the Far Right.
She's mean, far ri-i-ight.
She's mean, far right.
Far right, she's mean,
Far right, she's mean,
With sleazy right wing schemes.
