Oh man he’s one twisted kitty
Talkin’ about the guy who runs Tent City
No, no, there ain’t nothin’ pretty
When it comes to the guy who runs the tent city

He’s crude and mean and sometimes sounds insane (oh yeah)
Like when he says he’ll guard the border - from sixty miles away (he’s mad)
He brags about green meat (oooh) and his death-chair seat (it’s hot)
He’s gets his kicks making folks live out in the heat (real sad)
Screw their dignity (screwy), it gets him on the tee-vee
They’re just props (backdrop)…photo ops (toy cop)

Oh man he’s one twisted kitty
Talkin’ about the guy who runs Tent City

He struts around like he wears a crown (big man)
He’s got the largest ego that the Guinness people ever found (big ham)
The man gets sued (sued...) every day or two (free shot…)
And his female prisoners were degraded by his pervy view (web cam)
He’ll invent the scene (scene…) - you just put in on the screen
Spider bombs (Ha-Ha!), chain gang moms (Mama!)

Once he sent the Sheriff’s Posse off to fight sex crime
No one got arrested, but they had a real good time - oh yeah (good time!)

Those pink underpants – part of his tough-guy stance (hard-line)
But he’s got this special jail for wayward stars who dance (real fine!)
It’s VIP nice – the champagne’s on ice (oooh….yee-haw)
He kept the Rhinestone Cowboy safe there, for a price (show time!)
Sooie y’all saw Glen on the tee-vee (Sooie!)
With his host (you know...) aired coast-to-coast (…it’s Joe)

Oh man he’s one twisted kitty
Talkin’ about the guy who runs Tent City
No, no, there ain’t nothin’ pretty
When it comes to the guy who runs the tent city
Oh man he’s one effed-up kitty
Talkin’ about the guy who runs Tent City
No no there ain’t nothin’ pretty
When it comes to the guy who runs the tent ci-tay

Nothin’ pretty (in Tent City)
There’s nothin’ pretty

In Tent City (nothin’ pretty)