Old Man Ribber,
Dat Old Man Ribber
He's sure got gumption,
His words say somethin'
He just keeps spoofin'
He keeps on spoofin' along

Zings legislators,
He thinks are rotten..
Good words he writes 'em
They're not forgotten
Dat Old Man Ribber,
He just keeps spoofin' along

You and me, we rack our brain
Spendin' nights sleepless with headache pain
Rhymes forced large
Themes gone pale
Try'n to make our junk,
Humorous, we fail.....

Stumped and dreary,
We go on tryin'
Submits we're givin'
Readers aren't buyin'
But Old Man Ribber,
His votes keep rollin' along

Writes about girls come from North Kentucky
Rooms full of Rosies and Roaches, too
He can hang the lines, and he's not just lucky
Isn't no theme that old man can't do..

He'll look up
A song to clown
One that'll make
Folks smile, not frown..
Stretch their dimples,
Shake their head
And laugh until
Their face turns red

Hopin' he'll stay on here AmI-writin'
Hopin' he'll keep givin' us spoof toss
He's got a style that is never borin'
If he should quit..it would be our loss..

Old Man Ribber,
Dat Old Man Ribber,
He sure got gumption,
His words say somethin'
Dat Old Man Ribber,
He just keeps spoofin'
He keeps on spoofin' along

You and me, we rack our brain
Spendin' nights sleepless with headache pain
Rhymes forced large,
Themes gone pale
Try'n to make our stuff
Humorous, we fail....

Stumped and dreary,
We go on tryin'
Submits we're givin'
The folks aren't buyin'
But Old Man Ribber,
His votes keep rollin' along

He just keeps spoofin' along