She's so young and he's so old;
He's from hot state, she's from cold.
She's hot for the NRA;
Cried when Charlton passed away.
I think that she's a doozy. . .
Stalk through the woods with Uzi.
Oh, please, slay with me, Diana.

Let's sneak up and then get real close
To that herd of bucks and does.
She sure ain't namby-pamby--
Go, Diana, waste Bambi!
When she's blown them does apart,
Then it's time to halve a hart.
Oh, please, slay with me, Diana.

Shoot a starling, shoot a gopher,
Shoot an old man you thought's a plover. . .
Right in the face, where it smarts

Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! . . .

If John wins, you'll play the part
Of Veep without a bad heart,
But when you go out and take up arms,
Keep THAT old man from ballistic harms,
If you harm him--wait, I've seen the light!
Why didn't I blow away the dumb shite?!
Oh, please, slay with me, Diana,
Oh, please, Diana,
Slow-squeeze, Diana. . . .