Goodbye Hank, you redneck wank, you done blown it.
Your rowdy friends, wearin' Depends, and you just shown it.
You just thinks, out on the links, it's just all drama?
But playin' golf, it ain't Adolf, it's just Obama.

Jumbled mind, racist kind, full of gumbo.
'Cause tonight we're gonna see you're such a dumbo.
Pick guitar, you'll go far, and we wish you would.
Son of a gun, you ain't no fun, you don't do good.

Monday nights, big spotlights, watch gridiron.
But for your words, they're for the birds, there's been a firin'.
ESPN, once again, sidelined a racist.
Rush Limbaugh, you'll recall, don't know the basics.

Jumbled mind, racist kind, full of gumbo.
'Cause tonight we've had enough of mumbo-jumbo.
Pick your nose, white-robe clothes, boots and sunglasses.
Son of a gun, you ain't no fun, your brain's molasses.

Goodbye Hank, you're in the tank, me-oh-my-oh.
You made 'em sick from Candlestick out to Ohio.
In New York, they know you're a dork, even in Chicago.
In New Orleans, they know you know beans on the bayou.

Jumbled mind, racist kind, full of gumbo.
Insult Barack with dopey shlock, you got the thumbo.
Pick guitar, washed-up star, gonna cry, you.
Son of a gun, you ain't no fun, so, goodbye, you!