Nona Hendryx.

The man in the radio can hardly catch his breath

Describing my plight
Prescribing my death

His voice is disgust
Spewing hate and mistrust
He feels he's above the law
This is the ballad of Rush Limbaugh

The native son of a lawyer from the "Show Me" state
He rose to speak to infamy and hate
For with a silver spoon on a feather bed
A river of ??? running through his head
He thinks he's above the law
This is the ballad of Rush Limbaugh

Every woman he took to the altar
Maxine, Michelle, and Marta
Have cut their ties
Was it the sex, the drugs or the lies

You point your finger saying what you would do
Lie to the fingers pointing back at you
In your house made of glass
In your limo that carries your ass
You think you're the law
This is the ballad of Rush Limbaugh

You chose your airwaves to spread your disease
To kick the people already down on their knees
The crime was praying for relief
After centuries of rape by ??
? a wound still raw
This is the ballad of Rush Limbaugh

In hour house made of glass
In the limo carrying you ass
You think you're the law
This is the ballad of Rush Limbaugh

The undereducated mass
Always from the lower class
Cant ?
I believe what the old folks say
"Every dog has its day"
There's no free lunch here
One day you will pay