Posted on 09/13/2006 8:05:02 PM PDT by PJ-Comix
I'm looking for a female Freeper singer who can imitate the style of Shirley Ellis singing the "Name Game." In this case it will be a parody of the "Name Game" called the "Plame Game," written by that famous Tin Pan Alley songmeister and Freeper, Charles Henrickson. Whoever can sing and record this song parody in a satisfactory way can expect it to at least get wide play on the Web via my DUmmie FUnnies Blog and other places. Perhaps a radio station might even play it such as part of a talk radio show. Who knows? Anyway, here is the "Plame Game" song parody. Whoever is interested, please FreepMail me.
The Plame Game!
Come on everybody! I say now let's play a game
I betcha I can make a crime out of outing Agent Plame
The real outing of the name, I treat it like it wasn't there
But an 'R' or a 'W' or an 'M' will appear
And then I say "Rove," add an 'R,' then I say the name Then "Novaka Whacka" and "Woe"
And then I say the name again with a 'W' very plain Then a "We Whine" and "Mo"
And then I say the name again with the 'M' that came
And we end up with the name that takes the blame!
O.K. Let's do Joe!
Joe Joe Rove Roe, Novaka Whacka Woe Woe, We Whine Mo Moe
Rove!
That was good! Let's try Valerie!
Valerie Valerie Rove Ralerie, Novaka Whacka Woe
Walerie, We Whine Mo Malerie
Rove!
Now you got it! Armitage!
Armitage Armitage Rove Rarmitage, Novaka Whacka Woe Warmitage, We Whine Mo Marmitage
Rove!
The Plame Game!
FYI
How about female impersonating freepers? LOL
THE PLAME GAME
Tune: "The Name Game"
The Plame Game!
Come on everybody! I say now let's play a game
I betcha I can make a crime out of outing Agent Plame
The real outing of the name, I treat it like it wasn't there
But an 'R' or a 'W' or an 'M' will appear
And then I say "Rove," add an 'R,' then I say the name
Then "Novaka Whacka" and "Woe"
And then I say the name again with a 'W' very plain
Then a "We Whine" and "Mo"
And then I say the name again with the 'M' that came
And we end up with the name that takes the blame!
O.K. Let's do Joe!
Joe Joe Rove Roe, Novaka Whacka Woe Woe, We Whine Mo Moe
Rove!
That was good! Let's try Valerie!
Valerie Valerie Rove Ralerie, Novaka Whacka Woe Walerie, We Whine Mo Malerie
Rove!
Now you got it! Armitage!
Armitage Armitage Rove Rarmitage, Novaka Whacka Woe Warmitage, We Whine Mo Marmitage
Rove!
The Plame Game!
Copyright 2006 Charles Henrickson
I sang it to myself. That last verse is quite the tongue twister.
Oops! Thanx for the format correction.
That was fun. Now let's do it with Chuck Schumer--he was a culprit, too.
Chuck, Chuck, bo buck, banna fanna .....
Not an easy song to sing but neither was the original "Name Game." I guess it just takes practice. Are you a singer?
Slim has a mean falsetto.
If the extended version mentions Obergruppenfuhrer Schumer, make sure you use Schumer and not Chuck.
I see only the last line as being a tongue twister. However, practiced enough it can be done. Sort of like Peter Piper Picked a Pack of Pickled Peppers.
Yes, but only in the shower and the car. I don't want to scare people. ;-)
I had a singer lined up for this but she is plowed under with work at her business. Still looking. Remember, the Shirley Ellis style is desired.
LOL!
BTW, would you add me to the DUmmie FUnnies ping list?
I'm thinking that's the first time in human history that sentence has been written.
Your talents are needed. You sing and I'll take the pictures OK!
You should have this one made.
Ms. American Spy
(Sung to the tune of Don McLean's American Pie)
A short, short time ago
I can still remember
How the "Plame Game" used to make me smile
And as I read those D-Kos rants
I got a big bulge in my pants
And thought maybe we'd get "Chimpy" for awhile
But then June 12th made me shiver
Fate became an "Indian Giver"
Bad news on the Internet
Precisely what I had fret!
Oh, I remember how I cried
When I thought of Wilson's "outed" bride
Something deep within me fried
The day that Fitzmas died
So don't cry, Ms. American Spy
We'll get Libby for his fibby
And then Cheney will fry
And that smirking chimp will finally wave us goodbye
Singin', this'll be the day donkeys fly
This'll be the day donkeys fly
Did you see the film Loose Change?
And do you have faith you're not deranged
Though ev'rybody tells you so?
Do you believe in "Downing Street"
The "Memo" that'll get Shrub impeached?
And can you prove Kerry won O-hi-o?
Well, I know that Diebold rigs machines
'Cause the exit polls are all I need
Vote counts are just a ruse
I'd Rather trust CBS News!
I was a lone mid-thirties ne'er do well
In my Mommy's basement on her old-school Dell
But I could have sworn I was in Hell
The day that Fitzmas died
I started singin':
Don't cry, Ms. American Spy
We'll get Libby for his fibby
And then Cheney will fry
And that smirking chimp will finally wave us goodbye
Singin', this'll be the day donkeys fly
This'll be the day donkeys fly
For nearly six years, we'd been overthrown
Reading psychotic rants in Rolling Stone
Believing every conspiracy
Will Pitt had to vent his spleen
With a quote he borrowed from Howard Dean
And a scream that came from you and me
Oh, and while Chimp's polls were looking down
Fitz dropped the ball and lost his crown
The Grand Jury was adjourned
No indictment was returned
And while Markos read a book on Marx
Code Pink protested in the park
Neil Young sang dirges full of snark
The day that Fitzmas died
We were singing:
Don't cry, Ms. American Spy
We'll get Libby for his fibby
And then Cheney will fry
And that smirking chimp will finally wave us goodbye
Singin', this'll be the day donkeys fly
This'll be the day donkeys fly
Bash 'em, smash 'em, gut 'em all and trash 'em
Repukes get off, seems we just can't thrash 'em
All our hopes are fading fast
Nancy's built a House of glass
Those frozen assets could bite our ass
Didn't need that freezer full of cold hard cash
Thought TruthOut's scoop meant Karl Rove's doom
We envisioned his frog-marching gloom
Our cause it would advance
Oh, but we never got the chance
'Cause Leopold's tale was far afield
Those "business hours" refused to yield
Do you recall "Sealed Versus Sealed"?
The day that Fitzmas died
We started singing:
Don't cry, Ms. American Spy
We'll get Libby for his fibby
And then Cheney will fry
And that smirking chimp will finally wave us goodbye
Singin', this'll be the day donkeys fly
This'll be the day donkeys fly
Oh, and there we were all in one place
Moonbats lost in cyberspace
With no chads left to count again
So come on, Fitz be nimble, Fitz be quick
Indict some Rethug and make it stick
'Cause indifference is the fascists' only friend
And as I watched him on the news
My lips were clenched 'round some cheap booze
But no drink the store would sell
Could break Bushitler's spell
And as the "Plame Game" died out in the light
To cheers from the "Religious Right"
I saw Freepers laughing with delight
The day that Fitzmas died
We were singing:
Don't cry, Ms. American Spy
We'll get Libby for his fibby
And then Cheney will fry
And that smirking chimp will finally wave us goodbye
Singin', this'll be the day donkeys fly
This'll be the day donkeys fly
I met a girl who'd popped some 'ludes
And I asked her to improve my mood
But she told me that she was gay
I went down to the DU board
Where I'd read the good news weeks before
But the threads there said the indictment wouldn't play
And in the streets Mother Sheehan screamed
Franken cried, and Al Gore schemed
No "truth to power" spoken
Air America was broken!
And the blogger I admired most
Armando from the Daily Kos
He hopped a Lear Jet for the coast
The day that Fitzmas died
And they were singing:
Don't cry, Ms. American Spy
We'll get Libby for his fibby
And then Cheney will fry
And that smirking chimp will finally wave us goodbye
Singin', this'll be the day donkeys fly
This'll be the day donkeys fly
They were singing:
Don't cry, Ms. American Spy
We'll get Libby for his fibby
And then Cheney will fry
And that smirking chimp will finally wave us goodbye
Singin', this'll be the day donkeys fly!
That song is good but some of that Kos stuff might be too insider for most listeners.
Some of them get the ZOT on their first day...
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