There was a river of limousines Politicians and men of industry Second wives, church bells chiming They took the coffin up the marble stair Past the statue of His Incumbency Like a shrine to the crimes he'd done Every dignitary here has either feared or bade him well He was no ordinary man but just as well The senator goes to hell The had a writer on Air Force 2 The vice president read his eulogy Draped the flag over rags and bones He said, "He was a patriotic man, The very model of Southern dignity Unafraid to call a spade a spade." And you could say he brought the bacon home To feed his clientele He would have sold his soul if he had one to sell The senator goes to hell And no matter how deep they bury him He's gonna smell The senator goes to hell