I've spent the last twenty odd years writing songs and I can tell that this one isn't done or ready or complete or on fire or any of those other things that make a song great. But think of it as a template: with your help it just might become become a great song--and I promise to sing it in the great dive bars in my little town. Here ya go below the bright orange words:
Not today, not today
Someday them folks are gonna pay
Not today, not today
Them folk's, they don't know Tom DeLay
People say you can't do this
Or that, they speak of ethicists
Them folks don't know the Hammer's fist
Them folks, they don't know Tom DeLay
Not today, not today
Someday them folks are gonna pay
Not today, not today
Them folk's, they don't know Tom DeLay
The media, the devil's crew
Someday they will get their due
Like Jesus he'll be born anew
Them folks, they don't know Tom Delay
Not today, not today
Them folks don't know Old Tom DeLay
Not today, not today
Someday those folks are gonna pay
The hand of God, the hand of Man
Are welded in the Hammer's hand
By the holy hundred thousand grand
Them folks, they don't know Tom DeLay
Not today, not today
Them folk's, they don't know Tom DeLay
Not today, not today
Someday them folks are gonna pay
Judges on the bench, beware
Old Tom smells the scent of fear
Old Tom's wolves are everywhere
Them folks, they don't know Tom deLay
Not today, not today
Them folks don't know Old Tom DeLay
Not today, not today
Some day those folks are gonna pay
Bubble, bubble, lobbyists
Boil and trouble, mistresses
Hot tub champagne steam and hiss
Them folks, they don't know Tom DeLay
Not today, not today
Them folk's, they don't know Tom DeLay
Not today, not today
Someday them folks are gonna pay