Diagnosis Rationed

There's a man with brand new health care plan
And he's forcing me to pay
For more red tape than surgical stitching
The Founders are rolling in their graves

My family is my joy and my pride
But Sam is the uncle I don't want at my bedside

Look at how that sausage was made
Their snouts in the trough of Change
Cornhusker Kickback, Louisiana Purchase
What a sick game

If you have the gall to see your own physician
Progressives won't let you go
16, 000 New IRS agents
Turn your head and cough up the dough

You can have my place in the line
Cos Sam is the uncle I don't want on my bedside

Your evil death panels
Prove the myth of the pro-life Dem
Woodrow Wilson, Sanger and Eugenics
It's the 1920s all over again

Shove that jive
Cos Sam is the uncle I don't want at my bedside



Credits
Writer(s): James Loeffler
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