Lyrics
Sarah Palin:
Oh boy, look what we have here:
A transvestite with a keyboard trying to be freak of the year!
Your voice sounds like a rooster having sex with a frog!
They put a lot of lipstick on you, but you still look like a dog!
Put down that teacup, honey! Go put on some pants, and
Stop letting little monsters teach you how to dance, and
You may be Gaga, but you ain't a lady at all!
I've seen those outfits you've been wearing: that takes big balls!
Lady Gaga:
I think I'd rather elect a smurf than vote for you.
Governor of Alaska? That's like the principal of a home school.
You are the sum of everything I despise,
With the most dysfunctional family since the Jackson fucking Five!
Just trust me: your fifteen minutes of fame came and went.
Go back to your igloo. Spend some time with your kids before they're pregnant.
Your frigid little body couldn't even handle what I do.
I think the truth is, Sarah, my music just scares you.
Sarah Palin:
Your music doesn't scare me! I'm a mother of five!
I killed moose with my bare hands before you were alive!
Everything you do is just a rerun of Madonna!
Your fans are in a frenzy like a bunch of gay piranha!
Lady Gaga:
I sound more intelligent than you when I fart!
I wonder if you even know how to spell the word "art"!
You don't belong in politics; you belong in a hockey game!
History will regret you like J-J-J-John McCain!
(Sarah Palin Won)