Watching the squealing on teevee today had me quite amused, so out came this ridiculous version of an old song I used to do a few years ago with the lyrics completely changed and improvised on the spot.
http://www.terminalproduct.com/empirefinallyending.mp3featuring a hysterical Ann Coulter, the idiocy of the word "Scooter," and a horribly detuned three-stringed guitar playing the same three notes. That's all you need, really.
all his rats on a sinking ship
karl rove shooting from the hip
a boy genius with kidney stones
we all know what karl rove knows
the thought of rove in agony
fills me up with sweet ecstasy
makes me smile and bounce around
seeing his empire
fall to the ground
I guess there's no use pretending
that this empire
won't finally be ending
that this empire
won't finally be ending
judy miller and scooter libby
up in a treehouse cookin' up fibby
swappin poems and sweet haiku
cookin' up a nasty little neocon brew
what kinda name is scooter libby?
your name is irving, mister libby
looks like this empire
is finally ending
looks like their empire
is just about ending
the empire is finally ending
the empire is finally ending
britt hume lookin' constipated
ann coulter seems quite dated
tweety sweaty and russert blue
andrea mitchell might just be through
tom friedman is quite depressed
billy kristol shitting in his nest
fold your arms, freddy barnes
they're not buying your lousy yarns
it might just be a case of wish fulfillment
but I think that mista Bush is spent
dick cheney is falling apart
poor widdle baby cwash cart
poor widdle baby cwash cart
three more years of slow decline
three more years of roasted swine
looks like this empire
might be ending
the empire is finally ending
the empire is finally ending
wolfowitz wolfowitz
where are you now, wolfowitz?
look at what your folly did
who were you trying to kid?
in this empire there will be such fun
three more years of the unfortunate one
three more years of the unfortunate son
empire is finally ending
empire is just about ending.
"well, he was a lame duck since the day he was re-elected..."
(it would sound tons better if I actually waited for my band to properly play actual instruments instead of me just hollering alone in a room, but sometimes you just have to hit
record and let go. May your headache subside quickly. Amen.)