All their numbers, down
(Numbskulls’ numbers down)
And their skies are gray
(Post-recall of Gray)
Whenever they talk. . .
(Senselessly they talk)
Self-destruct each day
(They like what they say)
Through the state they swarm
(Not friendly and warm)
Like locusts in May
(Pestilential fray)
California peabrains
(California peabrains)
These shmucks can’t win this way

Their tactics don’t work,
Yet on and on they bray
They have been brought to their knees
(But few heed their pleas)
Yet from their course won’t stray
(So audience strays)
But they keep preaching and they scold
(Really getting old)
’cause they can’t have their way
(Their fave song: “My Way”)
California peabrains
(California peabrains)
These shmucks have no field day

[broken-recording solo]

Their poll numbers down
(Down, down, down, down, down)
But these guys still bray
(Relentlessly bray)
Whenever they talk
(Senseless, empty schlock)
Voters run away
(They won’t join this fray)
From these creepy yellers
(Creepy gals and fellers)
Believe what they say?
(The answer is, “Nay!”)
California peabrains
(California peabrains)
These shmucks can’t win this way
(California peabrains)
These shmucks won’t go away
(California peabrains)
These shmucks can’t win this way
(California peabrains)
Folks shrug and turn away