作词 : Zappa
Frank Zappa (lead guitar, vocals) 
Ike Willis (guitar, vocals) 
Mike Keneally (guitar, synthesizer, vocals) 
Bobby Martin (keyboards, vocals) 
Ed Mann (percussion) 
Walt Fowler (trumpet) 
Bruce Fowler (trombone) 
Paul Carman (alto saxophone) 
Albert Wing (tenor saxophone) 
Kurt McGettrick (baritone saxophone) 
Scott Thunes (bass) 
Chad Wackerman (drums) 
Eric Buxton (vocals) 
They got lies so big 
They don't make a noise 
They tell 'em so well 
Like a secret disease 
That makes you go numb 
With a big ol' lie 
And a flag and a pie 
And a mom and a bible 
Most folks are just liable 
To buy any line 
Any place, any time 
When the lie's so big 
As in Robertson's case, (That sinister face Behind all the Jesus hurrah) 
Could result in the end 
To a worrisome trend 
In which every 
American Not "born again" 
Could be punished in cruel and unusual ways 
By this treacherous cretin 
Who tells everyone 
That he's 
Jesus' best friend 
When the lie's so big 
And the fog gets so thick 
And the facts disappear 
The Republican 
Trick Can be played out again 
People, please tell me when 
We'll be rid of these men! 
Just who do they really 
Suppose that they are? 
And how did they manage to travel as far 
As they seem to have come? 
Were we really that dumb? 
People, wake up 
Figure it out 
Religious fanatics 
Around and about 
The Court 
House, The 
State House, 
The Congress, 
The White 
House Criminal saints 
With a "Heavenly Mission" -- 
A nation enraptured 
By pure superstition 
When the lie's so big 
And the fog gets so thick 
And the facts disappear 
The Republican 
Trick Can be played out again 
People, please tell me when 
We'll be rid of these men!