The inspiration for this diary came to me from Keith Olbermann's"Countdown's D.C. Idol" contest, in which we are invited to vote for song stylings by a list of familiar Washington politicians. I encourage you to follow the lil linky and go vote for your favorite.
Personally, my bits are on John "I'm Not the Attorney General He Is" Ashcroft for his rendition of a song he wrote himself, entitled "Let the Eagle Soar!"
Below the flip I have provided some alternative lyrics, to be sung to the tune of Mr. Ashcroft's soon to be award winning adventure into the twerpsichore - I give you "Let the Treacle Pour!"
Let the treacle pour,
Like it’s never poured before,
Cheap cologne upon a whore,
Let the treacle pour!
Let the treacle pour,
Like Jerry Falwell said before,
"Hooray for Jesus! – please don’t snore –
Now pass the plate." Let treacle pour!
Let the treacle pour,
On AM radio galore,
Like Oxycontin into a bore,
Let the treacle pour!
Let the treacle pour,
Buy it at your Wal-Mart store,
Comes in a drum if you need more,
Let the treacle pour!
Let the treacle pour,
Just like earthtones on Al Gore,
Or swiftboat flip-flops shore to shore,
Let the treacle pour!
Let the treacle pour,
Sticky kneepads on the floor,
Judy Miller’s – you’ll just adore!
Let your treacle on her pour!
Let the treacle pour,
David Broder’s at the door,
Says he seen this stuff before,
Back in 1934!
But let the treacle pour,
Bin Ladin’s plotting up world war,
Nursing a beef from days of yore,
He plans to let his treacle pour!
And let your treacle pour,
In your Exxon tanked up 4X4,
Dead polar bears are such a bore,
Let the treacle pour!
Let the treacle pour,
Blood upon a Baghdad floor,
Just like a scene from 24,
Let the treacle pour!
Let the treacle pour,
Subpoenas pile up at the door,
Just sign a statement and ignore,
And let the treacle pour!
Let the treacle pour,
Over haves and all haves more,
Pull down the shades and lock the door,
Now weenies snarf! And cocktails pour!
Let the treacle pour.
Guantanamo, and so much more,
Lady Liberty’s ass is sore.
And that’s why they let the treacle pour!
(Spoken)
Six years we’ve stood and watched the treacle pour,
It’s way past time we settled up the score.
We’ll line them up, frogmarch them out the door,
Together now, we all shall up and roar
"IMPEACHMENT! IMPEACHMENT! IMPEACHMENT! YAY!"
(Sung)
And hear the sweet, sweet sound of justice soar!