They all said.
A Sunday afternoon musical interlude.
3..2..1..
Well, he went down to Springpatch in his Goombah best
Indictable boy, they all said
Where he used dirty money to fill his war chest
Indictable boy, they all said
Tried to sell a Senate seat for some Blago bling
Indictable boy, they all said
'Cause dat Senate seat's a fuckin' valuable ting
Indictable boy, they all said
Well, he's just an indictable boy
He made a laughing stock out of Lincoln's home
Indictable boy, they all said
This glib little gunsel with the magic comb
Indictable boy, they all said
Well, he's just an indictable boy
After seven long years out of office he's hurled
Indictable boy, they all said
On to AM Radio and off to Dis-a-ney World
Indictable boy, they all said
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This glib little gunsel with the magic comb
Indictable boy, they all said
Comedy!
I knew Warren Zevon a little a long time ago, and from what I recall of him, I can't imagine him being anything but Dee-LIGHTED with your filk, Drifty...
As ever: Good job!
Thanks for the Warren Z remembrance, Dg.
He lives!
S
oooh wah oooh,
oooh wah
indictable boy
oooh wah oooh
oooh wah
indictable boy!
a former gentleman boy sez you rule drifty.
There's another song on that album that seems appropriate. It's not as good, but it's just too relevant for me to pass it by.
Poor, poor pitiful Rod
Poor, poor pitiful Rod
These ol' feds won't let him fraud
'He wuz framed, swear ta God'
Woe is Rod
;>)
I'm with Teh Suz . . . *G*
Rub me with that pot roast, on Sunday.
Not that THIS Larue would waste a good pot roast in that manner . . .
No, not at all . . . .
Pot Roast. Gud. 'Taters. Carrots. Celery Root. Garlic. Thyme, rosemaryl, basil, sea salt, ground fresh peppers.
Stuff. Pot roast.
Ummm.
'Say what we're we tawkin 'bout?
This is just frabjous!
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