Lyrics of Song Rhymin Man

Rhymin´ Man,
Tall and tan,
Rhyme or reason,
Play your hand --
Rhyme on this -- rhyme on that
Oh, you naughty Democrat!

They say when Doctor King got shot,
Jesse hatched an evil plot,
Dipped his hands in the Doctor´s blood,
´N rubbed his shirt like playin´ with mud
Looked around for all the press
´N said: ´Check me out, my name is Jess!
I´ll be known from towns ´n farms --
Doctor King died in my arms!´

Rhymin´ Man,
Tall and tan,
Rhyme or reason,
Play your hand --
Rhyme on this -- rhyme on that
Oh, you naughty Democrat!

A few years later, legend says,
Rhymin´ man made a run for Prez
Farrakhan made him a clown,
Over there near Hymie-Town
Said he was a diplomat --
Hobbin´ an-a-knobbin´ with Arafat
Castro was simpatico,
But the U.S. voters, they said: ´No!´

Rhymin´ Man,
Tall and tan,
Rhyme or reason,
Play your hand --
Rhyme on this -- rhyme on that
Oh, you naughty Democrat!

Okay, here we go again!
Rhymin´ Man says he´s your friend
Any fool can make a rhyme --
Cowboys do it all the time
People say: ´Now he´s mature!´
Cowboys rhyme that with horse manure

Horse manure!
That´s for sure!
You been cheatin´ --
We kept score!
Are you ´this´?
Or are you ´that´?
Oh, you naughty
Democrat!