Goodbye my honey farewell my baby Don't look for me around convention time I'm bound for Tampa in the great state of Florida To see some distinguished friends of mine Mitt and Rick and Newt the pep boys Those jolly right in step boys To the highest bidder each will guarantee I'll give all my money if Sarah Palin calls me honey And shakes the peaches on my tree I'm goin' to Tampa in the morning Got my credentials in my overalls I can't take you with me little darlin' I'm goin' down to get my ashes hauled Here's a proposition to entertain a motion Bring back Willie Horton to us now We'll spook the congregation and petrify the nation And blame the folks from Mexico somehow Let me introduce a man you all know well He can play a very important role States' rights is his game Jim Grow is his name Jim's our little ace in the hole Going to Tampa in the morning The saints of latter days will heed the call We'll shout hallelujah in the evening I'm goin' down to get my ashes hauled NRA woman told the Tea Party man Gonna make love to you with a gun in my hand Tea Party man said that's all right Got a smoking bomb under my pillow at night We're all goin' to Tampa in the morning Honey will you miss me when I'm gone I hope you packed my old bed sheet I'm goin' down to get my ashes hauled