Thursday, October 27, 2011
Submitted for your disapproval
Thursday, October 20, 2011
Another 'mild revision' for contemporary tastes
Herman Cain is the name,
and I once run a pizza chain
Til regulations came
and made makin' a buck a pain.
When
I started out with just one pie,
Didn't
look for the feds or a by yer by.
Obama comes with his wrecking ball,
We ain't real--- America at all.
The Night that Dixie Rose Again,
and all the bosses were cheering.
The Night that Dixie Rose Again,
with xenophobia and fear, eh?
They went, “Lie, Lie-Lie, Lie, Lie
Lie, Lie-Lie, Lie, Lie, Lie, Lie, Lie.”
Back at the house with a cup 'o tea,
when one day God says to me,
“Herman, quick come see,
I have a grave mission for thee.”
Now I don't mind raising cash.
Foreign policy? I can learn it fast.
We'll get what we need and take some
more.
It's Principle. Don't call me a
corporate whore.
The Night that Dixie Rose Again,
and all the bosses were laughing.
The Night that Dixie Rose Again,
'n wit' the middle class crashing.
Sing it, “Lie, Lie, Lie, Lie, Lie,
Lie-Lie, Lie, Lie, Lie-Lie, Lie, Lie,
Lie.”
Like Ronald Reagan before me,
I am Laissez Faire,
And like the Founding Fathers,
We should let corp'rate say what's Square.
Corporations need their liberty
from respons'b'lity and society.
I swear to Norquist and Laffer's
Curve --
the Unemployed get just what they deserve!
The Night that Dixie Rose Again,
and all the Coasties were quaking.
The Night that Dixie Got Revenge.
Come see the new ads we're making.
They go, “Lie, Lie, Lie, Lie, Lie,
Lie-Lie, Lie, Lie, Lie-Lie, Lie, Lie,
Lie.”
What it'll look like 
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