O Holy Right, Your stars will be indicted. You are the source of much mirth. Yours was a world of sinful Scotch golf outings, Till Abramoff squealed and now Leavenworth. Those slipp'ry slopes Those years of wrongful choices Now ponder fears of incarceration Bend over, please, Ignore those inner voices. The boys are in line Hold tight, you'll be just fine, O Right Divine, O Right, O Right, divine!
Music & Original Lyric - Traditional To 'Co-conspirators - DeLay' |