The presidential race is on, see all the candidates
They're droppin' out a-left and right for cheatin' on their mates
Those pretty young things tempt you bad, they really do entice
Gary Hart just tried one out; now he's up to his neck in Rice

Oh, we'll be slingin', yeah we're slingin'

Jim Bakker is a man to watch, he's known the world around
We watch him even more since he got caught with his pants down
His woman's name is Tammy, she forgave him, they made up
We don't know what she looks like; we can't see through her makeup

And we'll be slingin', yeah we're slingin'
Is there a woman in there, or is it a manequin?
We ain't nosy, we just dig your decadence and sin!
We're a'slingin' -- mud slingin'

Pat Robertson's a holy man, a man that loves his mate
Too bad that his first child's older than his wedding date
We listen to Joe Biden, those sweet words we love to hear
It's funny how his last speech sounded just like Will Shakespeare

And we'll be slingin', we LOVE mud slingin'

Then there's Fawn and Ollie, tellin' stories on the stand
There ain't a finer lookin' couple in our great old land
Fawn says they don't fool around, that she is not a tart
So now we wonder after all, is Ollie all that smart???

And we keep slingin', just a'slingin' (mud slingin'!)
Did you shred the evidence of all your partyin'?
We ain't nosy, we just dig your decadence and sin!  
We're a'slingin' -- mud slingin'

Solo...
 

Bobby Bork's a strange one, yes we think he's pretty weird
Perhaps we'd get a better view if he'd shave off that beard
Ginsberg is in trouble, he got caught smokin' pot
Nancy asked him, did he Just Say No?, and he said "I did not"

And we're a slingin', that old mud slingin'
What's all the flack 'bout justice?  Seems we need one on the court
But we won't let 'em slip on by without a full report
'Cuz we'll be slingin' -- mud slingin'

Now what of Jesse Jackson, he's as clean as polished slate
The little naughties he has done he won't even debate
There's not a single bit of dirt on him we can think of
So we'll just fabricate some lies, 'cuz we are so fond of...

That old mud slingin', fast ball slingin'
We love ya', baby, just unlock the closet, let us in
We ain't nosy, we just dig your decadence and sin!  
We're a'slingin' -- mud slingin'

Yeah, we're slingin'... mud slingin'...