Sung to the tune of
Seventy heretics led the Conference,
With a hundred false doc-ter-ines close at hand.
They were followed by rows and rows
Of mindless bozos,
Applauding every new grandstand.
Seventy heretics preached apostasy,
With a hundred false doc-ter-ines right behind.
There were more than a thousand creeds
Springing up like weeds,
There were bores of every shape and kind.
There were feminists and
Thundering, blundering all along the way.
Atheists dissenting there like big buffoons,
Each buffoon having his big fat say.
There were Anti-Mormons working at
Thundering, blundering louder than before.
Demagogues with bulging eyes,
Shrieking as they'd improvise
A speech that would make us start to snore!
Seventy heretics fooled the media,
As their hundred false doc-ter-ines blazed away.
To the chanting of "Free Our Speech!"
The Apostates start to screech,
And you'll hear them screeching still today.