EBetty has been in the Xmas spirit lately. Busy writing new lyrics to the old carols we all love. Sort of like putting new wine into old wineskins. For the devout, she can only say, "Sorry", for any offense she may cause.
We Big Three (to the tune of We Three Kings)
We Big Three of Michigan are,
Seeking gifts, we traverse afar.
Ford and Chrysler, GM to shyster
Washington's Treasury.
OH! OH!
Cars of Wonder, Cars of Light,
Cars with CAFE's not so bright.
GOP lusting, Union busting
$14 Billion, say goodnight.
Wait! the President has a plan
TARP's the thing, to save them, Amen.
Hank and Ben will tide them over,
Until Chapter 11.
OH! OH! (with gusto now!)
Cars of Wonder, Cars of Light,
Cars with CAFE's not so bright.
GOP lusting, Union busting
Last one out, turn off the lights.
Good King Blago-vich (Good King Wenceslas)
Good King Blago-vich looked out
On the Feast of Bar-ack
When the Crowds stood all about
Listening to Him Talk.
Brightly shone the thought that spun
Through the King's thick hair-do
There is money to be made,
Off Obama's chair. Woo! Hoo!
Called his deputy and staff
Called his fair-mouthed honey.
"We will shake the players down,
For a lot of money.
Give me gold, or make my wife
A Lobbyist for Suckers.
'Appreciation's' not the price,
All you Motherf***ers!"
But alas, the FBI
Caught him in his scheming,
Bugged his house and Government line,
While his sun was gleaming.
Paddy Fitz was so appalled,
By deeds so depra-av'd
"Lincoln would," he said aloud,
"Tur-urn in his gra-a-ave."
Update: What the Heck! One more:
Hark! the Herald Econ'mists sing (you know this one, Charlie Brown Xmas!?)
Hark! the Herald Econ'mists sing:
Depression Fever's on the wing.
Summers, Vohlker, Krugman cry:
The Middle Class is Going to Die!
If we don't pull out all stops,
Giving banks the bailout props,
To support the falling shaft
From the Wall Street overdraft.
Hark! the Herald Econ'mists sing:
Depression Fever's on the wing.