WWTLD

Pharyngula: These guys at the top are despicable characters, aren't they?

WWTLD: What would Tom Lehrer do?

Men grow old but manly men stay bold
When they have a huge haft to hold.
What makes us better than beasts, so I'm told, is our tools
(...and brains, but it's plain what reigns).
For animal rights I won't give a cent;
It's munitions that make men magnificent.

We'll have old fashioned fun at the rise of the sun
When we're fragging fat pheasants on the farm.
When our weekends are free all my buddies and me
Will be fragging fat pheasants on the farm.
If one of our pals should be down on his luck a bit,
Instead of just quailing we'll teach him to duck... oh shit!
We're birds of a feather when we get together
To frag the fat pheasants on the farm.

We've grown our great nation
Through each generation
Releasing frustration
With a gun.
No quiet desperation,
No calm contemplation,
We've sought our salvation
Through God's red-neck son.
To convert to our form of religion
Just blast the poop out of a pigeon.

Our American dream: easy targets to cream
As we're fragging fat pheasants on the farm.
And maybe we'll nail a few terrorist quail
While we're fragging fat pheasants on the farm.
These ducks were pre-destined, designed to be dinners, hence
It helps put perspective on slaughter of innocents.
Sing hip hip hooray as we blow them away;
Yes, we're freeing the pheasants
(Maintaining our presence)
By fragging fat pheasants on the farm.