Well, DC’s got its hustlers, NR’s got its bums, But Auburn Alabama’s got Big Lew Rockwell, a straight-shootin’ son of a gun Now Frum’s as dumb as a man can come and his ego’s really outta sight, But when Lew and his crew do what they do you know the folks’ll see the light, And that’s all right, And they say, You don’t spit on Washington’s grave, N’Scrap the Constitution too You don’t make America the Lone Ranger And you don’t mess around with Lew, (Ba da da da da, da da dum dum — da dum dum) Well, to … Continue reading Well, DC’s Got Its Hustlers