The Young Republicans of Today's Society

I dream of Republican Town,
Where men to the right of the aisle don't back down.
The streets are aglow with the smell of apple pies
And babies come out of the womb in coats and ties.
Trees grow from Republican sod.
And everyone prays to a proper right-wing God.
"Republican Catholics?"
Yes, indeed, there are!
"Republican Muslims?"
Now, let's not go too far.
They've outlawed all abortions,
Late or early.
It's a sin we can't abide.
"What if you find a fetus
Left abandoned?"
We just take it
And we jam it back inside.
Aw, yes, 'cause I dream of Republican Town,
The place where the happiest smile is Cheney's frown.
I'll bet you a buck you won't find a damn thing wrong
'Cause when you come down to it,
This is where we all belong.