’Twas the night before Christmas, and in a big house

Rush Limbaugh was living with his lovely young spouse;

Only recently married this well-to-do pair,

But for poor Mrs. Limbaugh its been a nightmare,

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She’s married to radio’s biggest drug user

Popping Oxy and Vico this hippocrite loser

And the racial stuff spewed from the mouth of this sap

Donovan McNabb should give him a slap

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On the radio each day he yells with a clatter,

That Obama’s class warfare is a real serious matter,

The braindead say YES Rush! as they hear this fool say,

The unemployed and homeless we don’t need to pay

On booze and on drugs the cash they will blow

He says listen to me, I’m an addict I know,

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But then who to his wondering eyes should appear,

It’s Mrs Limbaugh to visit without any fear,

I’m leaving she yells as she calls him by name;

“Now Rushbo! Now Fathead! Now Moron – I’m fixin

To leave you tonight, I’m runnin and blitzin,

No more of your crap, she screams and she cries,

The viagra don’t work and you spew right-wing lies,

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And I heard her exclaim, as she dashed through the night,

I’m done with this douche bag, he’s out of my site,

But I’m getting my share, he drove me out of my mind

His hot-air, cigar breath, and that big fat behind!