With a purposeful grimace and a terrible sound
He pulls the sputtering Mitthra down
Helpless Mittwits meet a fate so grim
Screaming bug-eyed, as he looks in on them
He picks up Ann Coulter and he throws her down
As he wades through the RINOs in the center of town
Oh, no, they say he’s got to go
Go go Newtzilla
Oh, no, there goes NRO
Go go Newtzilla
Oh, no, they say he’s got to go
Go go Newtzilla
Oh, no, there goes NRO
Go go Newtzilla
Oh, no, they say he’s got to go
Go go Newtzilla
Oh, no, there goes NRO
Go go Newtzilla
History shows again and again
how nature points up the folly of man
Newtzilla!
History shows again and again
how RINOs sell us out whenever they can
Newtzilla!
History shows again and again
how RINOs sell us out whenever they can
Newtzilla!
History shows again and again
how RINOs sell us out whenever they can
Newtzilla!
Thanks for the BOC earworm!
—Oh, no, they say he’s got to go
/Go go Newtzilla—
Yeeeeaaaah!!!
LOL. And BTW, this song needs more cowbell.
Explore the space, man. Explore the space.