Sung to the tune of Woodstock:

Well, I came upon a child of Rush
He was driving his pick-up down the road
And I asked him, Tell me, where are you going?
This he told me

Said, I’m going down to a TOWN HALL meet,
Gonna join in a right-wing last stand.
Got to get back to the land, of my white fathers.

We’re unjust, we’re beholden,
We have no intent on foldin’,
And we got to just disrupt, Senator Cardin