A song for Joe

With all apologies to Zimmerman....

Once upon a time, you toed the line
Threw the Dems a dime in your prime
Didn't you?

Lamont and friends said, "Look out, Joe, you've got to go"
You thought they were so
Beneath you

You used to laugh about
The liberals that were hangin' out
Now you don't walk the walk
You don't even talk the talk
But Rove's calling to offer you your next deal

How does it feel
How does it feel
To be without a home
Like a complete unknown
Like a Bushie clone?

You never turned around to hear the sound
Of the people in the towns, they were all just
Hicks to you

Ya never understood that it ain't no good
You shouldn't let other parties make your
Picks for you

You rode in the limos with your Republicrats
Carried water for the Neocons, talked through your hat
Ain't it hard when you discover that
They really weren't where it's at
Your integrity's gone, you got nothing left that's real

Ahhh, how does it feel
How does it feel
To be on your own
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown
Like a Bushie clone?