(With a Bow to Kipling's "Fuzzy-Wuzzey")

We've known a lot of anti-Commie guys,

An' most of 'em knew how to take a punch;

They could face the Kremlin smears, the Lib'ral lies-

But McCarthy was the gamest of the bunch.

Now in that scrap he had with Lattimore,

They counted nine on Joe, but never ten;

He got up bloodied--but he thrives on gore-

An' Owen's never been the the same again

So here's to you, Joe McCarthy, you're a swell


You're a terror to the traitors, an a first-class

fightin' man;

We gives you your certificate, an' with it all

our thanks

For exposin' of the Commies that have snuck