BATTLE HYMN OF THE REPULICANS
Mine eyes have seen the horror of the coming of the Reds
they are tearing up Old Glory into sixty million shreds
they are spying from our closets they are hiding neath our beds
lets fight until they're gone...
Glory Glory Hallelujah (3x)
Lets fight until they're gone

They are peeping in my windows late at night when I watch Paar
I have seen them in the glove compartment of my family car
they are hiding in the treetops, they control the D.A.R.
lets fight until they're gone...
Glory Glory Hallelujah (3x)
Lets fight until they're gone



THERES A RUMBLE DOWN NEXT STREET
Grab your new brass knuckles and bat, wear your new black leather jacket
you're in for a treat, theres a rumble down next street
can't you hear the heads go 'splat'? boy they sure do make a racket
crazy, man lets meet, at the rumble down next street
be sure you got your switch blade, and that new zip gun you made
because by the time you get there, it oughta, be slaughter
if you follow my advice you will surely end up fella
fried in that hot seat, from the rumble down next street.

(I was only 5 and illiterate when these were published, so please forgive if my memory fails. My brothers would read them and we'd sing them together. ;)