"This country," he shouted, "I've now rated X"
By smut, we're polluting, youngsters learning of sex
A serious crisis of great proportions we've got
Perverting our morals with mind warping rot
"Worse than cocaine, more fiendish than pot,
Makes me believe it's a communist plot,"
He roared as he galloped through every state
My hand I'll be raising to signal his fate

A lot of critics express great dismay
That our freedom of choise he is taking away
But Edwin Meese said: "Who cares what they say,"
"Only I can decide what is decent today"

Now he carried out what he had planned
At 7-11 all Playboys and othhers were banned
Protecting the public from sellers of slime
A couple of stores threw out People and Time

The birthplace of smut which I have traced
Because it offended me I'll have it erased
Video rock which is filthy and lewd
And "Heavens to Betsy," I'm hardly a prude

So Edwin Meese galloped onward with pride
uncovering porn with each shaking stride
Whatever the outcome, it can't be denied
He has taken the whole U.S. for a ride