Shut Up, and Do Your Motherf&%*ing Job
A song on the occasion of the incarceration of Kim Davis.
By Sandy and Richard Riccardi
Lyrics below
Words and Music by Sandy and Richard Riccardi
Performed by Sandy and Richard Riccardi
Kim Davis, Rowan County Clerk
Just doesn’t feel the need to work
She feels a higher cause is beckoning
And yet she swore she would uphold
The duties of her office old
But now she’ll face the music as we sing
Shut up and do your mothereff’in’ job
The state don’t pay you eighty thou to sit there like a slob
I’m sure they’d hire you in a heartbeat at the Hobby Lob`Be shuttin’ up and do your eff’in’ job
If marriage licensing for you
is a Heaven or Hell thing for you
Then get another job, You’ll find it freein’
As for now I’m sure you’re cute
in your pretty new jumpsuit
Contempt is the new orange, you’ll soon be seein’
Shut up and do your mothereff’in’ job
The state don’t pay you eighty thou to sit there like a blob
I’m sure they’d hire you in a heartbeat at the Hobby Lob`Be shuttin’ up and do your eff’in’ job
Your twins were born five months after your split from your first husband
But actually were fathered by your third
We don’t have a clue what happened to #2
But your fourth one is a keeper, so I’ve heard
Mrs. Davis, or shall we now call you Miss Demeanor
You bear the standard for nuptial tradition
You think you’re quite a martyr but you’re just a loudmouth-farter
Your conduct frankly borders on sedition
Shut up and do your mothereff’in’ job
The court don’t pay you eighty thou to sit there like a blob
I’m sure they’d hire you in a heartbeat at the Hobby Lob`Be shutting up and do your eff’in’ job