Go to Hell, Go to Hell (sung to the tune of Jingle Bells)

Dashing through the gloom

In a shiny black limousine

Ore the roads we go,

Laughing like a fiend.

Bells at soup kitchens ring

Making stomachs growl

Oh what fun it is to laugh and sing

Being a Republican on the prowl.

Oh, go to hell, go to hell

All you poor people have got to pay.

Oh what fun it is to ran and vent,

and not pay taxes along the way

Oh, go to hell, go to hell

you middle class cry babies make me sick

If I get my way they'll pass a law someday

and I'll be able to beat you with a stick.