No, No, this will never do

When a man is fairly wealthy
And relatively healthy
You liberals want to tell him what to do
How dare you sit down at my table
And expound your leftist fables
No no no this will never do!

I'm a decorated veteran
I met the fates and bettered them
Upon the bloody fields of waterloo
Until you defend the fort
I will not hear it from your sort 
I say no no this will never do!

To look at me’s to see a man
Whom god himself designed by hand
All vim and vigor, breadth and ballyhoo
Whereas one can find no flattery
In this your liberal tattery!
No no this will never do!

I scrape your talk of labor
And of sharing with thy neighbor
Off the bottom of my new designer shoes
Your socialistic platitudes
Have not a lick of gratitude
No no this will never do!

Forgive me, friar, 
But he's a liar
And i, for one, have no desire 
To listen to him censure and poo poo
The task of those who're without sin
Is to cast our stones at the likes of him
And say no no no this will never do

No no this will never do!

Words & music by michael johnson
© 2006 zubsongs, ltd.