Wednesday, February 14, 2007

a musical interlude

working on some real posts but in the meantime....juvenalia.

Sung to the tune of "I Ran" by Flock of Seagulls

On Pennsylvania Avenue

Never thought I'd meet an office wife like you

Meet a girl like you

With plastic hair and tawny eyes

The kind of eyes that look right past the truth

To body bags and new shoes


But Iran, Iran's so far away
I want Iran, Iran will have to pay

If I don't get my way

Mushroom clouds dance in your head

A gout of shite comes pouring out of you

Pouring out of you

The cloud is moving nearer still

Decider boy will guide us through

Decider boy makes the greed come true

But Iran, Iran's so far away
To get Iran, I plot all night and day

I have to have my way

Reached out my hand to rub your head

Arranged the flight that's disappearing you

I can disappear you

I raised my hands to take my aim

I'm aiming with a beam of light at you

I got my laser beam on you


But Iran, Iran's so far away
I hate Iran, Iran is my next prey

They'll never get a...aw Condi baby, how could you? With a Canadian?

4 comments:

Dave said...

Funny stuff. Keep it up.

Miss Cellania said...

I love it! Great post.

Ti-Guy said...

Bush is so high in that first photo.

Christopher said...

Hahahahahahaha...

I laughed long and hard at this one! Sweet.

Do it again, do it again!

Christopher