Earlier today, I posted a song parody on a thread:
To the tune of "I'm Proud to be an American" by Lee Greenwood
If tomorrow all the votes were gone
that I’d sold my soul out for.
And I had to start again
Well I don’t think I’d be poor.
I’d thank my constituents,
to be livin’ here today.
'Cause the pockets of big business are deep;
voters can’t take that away.
And I’m proud to be a Republican
where the junkets are all free.
And I won’t forget the lobbyists
who gave those trips to me.
And I gladly march down
to K Street and accept a job today.
‘Cause there ain’t no doubt I love power
God bless the USA.
From the offices of Traurig
to the jets of Abramoff.
In those arena luxury boxes,
Don’t I love being bought off?
From Enron down in Houston,
to the bridge Ted tried to buy
Well there's money in every American bank,
and I want my share of the pie.
And I’m proud to be a Republican,
where the junkets are all free.
And I won’t forget the lobbyists,
who gave those trips to me.
And I gladly march down
to K Street and accept a job today.
‘Cause there ain’t no doubt I love power
God bless the USA.
And I’m proud to be a Republican,
where the junkets are all free.
And I won’t forget the lobbyists,
who gave those trips to me.
And I gladly march down
to K Street and accept a job today.
‘Cause there ain’t no doubt I love power
God bless the USA
I present MORE!
To the tune of "Dancing Queen" by Abba:
You campaign, get ahead, just need old John to be dead
Wait it out, someday she’ll be the wingnut queen
Election day and the polls look high
There’s a gleam in the gov’nor’s eye
Where they make the right noises, everyone’s right wing
You come in to look for a king
John McCain could be that guy
He’s not young and he’s in decline
With another skin cancer, everything is fine
You’re in the place to advance
And when you get the chance...
You are the wingnut queen, a machine, maybe by Halloween
Wingnut queen, world gets flushed down your gold latrine
You campaign, get ahead, just need old John to be dead
Wait it out, someday she’ll be the wingnut queen
Into power, you turn ‘em on
Leave them all broke and then you’re gone
Looking for higher office, anything will do
You’re in the place to advance
And when you get the chance...
You are the wingnut queen, a machine, maybe by Halloween
Wingnut queen, world gets flushed down your gold latrine
You campaign, get ahead, just need old John to be dead
Wait it out, someday she’ll be the wingnut queen
And this one, to the tune of Maroon 5's "She Will Be Loved":
Senator of nearly eighty
He had some trouble with himself
She was there to fix the ticket
But he belonged to someone else
Joe flew for miles and miles
And wound up at John’s door
He’d had John so many times but somehow
He wants more
Joe don’t mind spending everyday
Campaigning for you in the pouring rain
Look for the guy with the vacant stare
Ask him if he wants the VP chair
And he will be Roved
He will be Roved
Fly on his airplane, fix his dumb mistakes
Joe wants to make John feel suitable
Karl makes ole Joe get so insecure
But he’s not a Dem anymore
It’s terrorists and insurgencies
Emergencies used to scare everyone
Joe sold out to all the neocons
And his hypocrisy outdone
Joe don’t mind spending everyday
Campaigning for you in the pouring rain
Look for the guy with the vacant stare
Ask him if he wants the VP chair
And he will be Roved
He will be Roved
Joe knows when John hides
Alone in his bus
Knows all of the things McCain will not discuss
But Rove told John "No, it cannot be Joe"
The right wing picked a girl with a gun in the snow.