Going To Tampa

Goodbye my honey, farewell my baby

Don’t look for me around convention time

I’m bound for Tampa, in the great state of Florida

To see some distinguished friends of mine

Mitt and Rick and the pitbulls, the jolly ride and step forth

To the highest bidder each will guarantee

I’d give all my money sir if Palin calls me honey

And shakes the pizzas on my tree

‘Cause I’m goin’ to Tampa in the morning

Got my credentials in my overalls

But I can’t take you with me little darling

I’m going down to get my ashes hauled

Well here’s a proposition to entertain a motion

Bring back Willie Horton to us now

We’ll spook the congregation and petrify the nation

And blame the folks from Mexico somehow

And let me introduce a man who all know well

He can play a very important role

State rights is his game, Jim Crow is his name

And Jim’s our little ace in the hole

‘Cause I’m goin’ to Tampa in the morning

Saints of latter days will heed the call

We’ll shout hallelujah in the evening

I’m going down to get my ashes hauled

Well the NRA woman told the tea party man

Gonna make love to you with a gun in my hand

That tea party man said, ‘that’s all right

Got a smoking bomb under my pillow at night

Well we’re all going to Tampa in the morning

Honey will you miss me when I’m gone

Now hope you pack my old bed sheet

I’m going down to get my ashes hauled

Yes, I’m goin’ to Tampa in the morning

Honey will you miss me when I’m gone

Now hope you pack my old bed sheet

‘Cause I’m going down to get my ashes hauled