The Herschel went down to Georgia, he was lookin’ for an election to steal
He was outta his mind with a large behind
And spoutin’ that MAGA spiel
When he came across this reverend sawin’ on a fiddle and playin’ it hot
And the Herschel jumped up on a red clay clump
And said, “Rev, let me tell you what”
“I guess you didn’t know it but I like Fiddle Faddle too
And if you’d care to pet the bear, I’ll make a bet with you
Now you play a pretty good fiddle, Rev
But give the Herschel a clue
I’ll bet a fiddle of brass that I beat your ass
‘Cause I think I’m fitter than you”
The Rev said, “my name’s Warnock, and you know how to spin
But I’ll take your bet, and you’re gonna regret
‘Cause I’m the honest man who’ll win”
Reverend, rosin up your bow and play your fiddle hard
‘Cause Heck’s broke loose in Georgia, and the Herschel’s in the yard
And if you win, you get this shiny fiddle made of brass
But if you lose, the Herschel passes gas
The Herschel opened up his case and said, “I’ll start to crow”
And lies flew from his very lips as he rosined up his bow
And he pulled the bow across the strings
And it made a MAGA hiss
Then a band of Proud Boys joined in
And it sounded something like this
(Crazed Fiddle Interlude)
When the Herschel finished, Warnock said, “Well, you’re a pretty good BSer, son
But sit down in that chair right there
And let me show you how a senate seat is won”
“Fire on the Mountain” run boys, run
The Herschel’s in the House of the Stinking Bum
Chicken in a bread pan pickin’ out dough
Granny, does your dog bite? No, Rev, no
The Herschel bowed his head because it was full of meat
And he laid that brassy fiddle on the ground at Warnock’s feet
Warnock said, “Herschel, just come on back if you ever wanna try again
I done told you once you son of a bitch, I’m the honest man who’ll win”
He played “Fire on the Mountain” run boys, run
The Herschel’s in the House of the Stinking Bum
Chicken in a bread pan pickin’ out dough
Granny, will your dog bite? No Rev, no.
— YUR
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