Posted on 04/02/2004 3:45:01 PM PST by LonePalm
The Wreck Of the John F’n Kerry
The Wreck Of the Edmund Fitzgerald by Gordon Lightfoot
Parody by LonePalm
The legend lives on from the Kennedys on down
Of the island they called ‘Chappaquiddick'
The voters it’s said, never vote for the dead
When the Polls of November turn gloomy.
With baggage galore, some twenty-six hundred votes more
Than the John F’n Kerry cast rightly.
His candidacy too was a bone to be chewed
When the Polls of November came early.
This hack was the pride of the Democrat side
Sounding like some rich twit from South Boston.
As the big pant loads go, he is bigger than most
But not quite as big as ole Teddy.
He was headed down hill when he took a bad spill
But he blamed it on the Secret Service.
And later that night when the cell phone rang
Could it be that Bill Clinton was callin'?
His words through the wires were a sickening sound
“You need a VP with some standing.”
And every man knew, and the candidate too,
T’was the witch of the Senate come stealin’.
The dawning came late and the campaign had to wait
When the Polls of November came slashin'.
With summer’s hot blast there was a shortage of cash
In the face of a popular George Bush.
Convention time came, the Rat pack came on stage, sayin',
“Johnny, we’re right here behind ya.”
On October 9 WMDs were found, they said
“Johnny, it's been good t'know ya.”
Then MoveOn wired in they had voters comin' in
But the party and John were in peril.
On election night when his hopes sank outta sight
Came the wreck of the John F’n Kerry.
Does any one know where the voters all go
When your ads turn the minutes to hours?
With a positive push by Cheney and Bush
Rove had put fifteen more states behind them.
Dems have to split up or they might just downsize;
They all may turn Green and vote Nader.
And all that remains is the faces and the claims
Of the unions, the gays and the squatters.
Democrats sulk; Republicans sing
And Dubya’s judges soon will be confirmed.
Old Hillary steams while she plots and schemes;
She can’t wait for ’08 to get here.
And farther below DU still blows
They whine and throw fits in their despair,
FreeRepublic will host as the FReepers all post
With the Polls of November remembered.
In a musty old hall in the District they whined,
At the Democrat National Committee.
A tinny bell chimed till it rang two or three times
For each state won by John F’n Kerry.
The legend lives on from the Chappaqua on down
Of the cold fish they call 'Bitchy Gloomy.'
Hillary, they said, never gives up for dead
When the Polls of November come early!
Midi version of The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald
I am actually prouder of Both Sides Now, Ghost Writers in Disguise, The Times it Ain't a Changing, and Rogaine.
OK, well maybe not Rogaine but I had alot of fun with that one. I wrote much of it during a sermon one Sunday in church. I'm sure the minister was wondering why I was chuckling so much.
Garde la Foi, mes amis! Nous nous sommes les sauveurs de la République! Maintenant et Toujours!
(Keep the Faith, my friends! We are the saviors of the Republic! Now and Forever!)
LonePalm, le Républicain du verre cassé (The Broken Glass Republican)
Here's some free advice. Copyright it. Copyright it immediately. Even see if you can have the Admin Mods amend the post to include the Cosmic 'C' ( © ) so somebody doesn't lift it from this forum and rip you off.
Then send it to Bob Rivers (of "Walking 'Round in Women's Underwear" fame). He'd definitely buy this and record it. Make yourself some bookoo dollars.
Some fellas look at the eyes
Some fellas look at the nose
Some fellas look at the size
Some fellas look at the clothes
I don't care if her eyes are red
I don't care if her nose is long
I don't care if she's underfed
I don't care if her clothes are worn
First I look at the purse!
Some fellas like the smiles they wear
Some fellas like the legs that's all
Some fellas like the style of their hair
Want their waist to be small.
I don't care if their legs are thin
I don't care if their teeth are big
I don't care if their hair's a wig
Why waste time lookin' at the waistline?
First I look at the purse!
A woman can be fat as can be,
kisses sweet as honey
But that don't mean a thing to me
If you ain't got no money
If the purse is fat....that's where it's at.
Some fellas like the way they walk
The way they swing and sway
Some fellas like the way they talk
Dig the things they say.
I don't care if they wobble like a...
or talk with a lisp
I still think I'm a good lover
if the dollar bills are crisp
First I look at the purse!
First I look at the purse!
First I look at the purse!
First I look at the purse!
I don't care if you got yourself a wrap
all I want is your pretty green cash
Bought me a suit, bought me a car
Want me to look like a hollywood star
Money, (Money!) I want money (Money!)
Baby, ain't no "why", baby
Moneeeeeeeeeeeeee!
I need money!
First I look at the purse!
First I look at the purse!
First I look at the purse!
First I look at the purse!
Hilarious! Send it on Freepers!
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That was excellent. I sang it to the chords on the guitar. I was laughing as I sang, one of best things one can ever do.
Great Job.
For those with guitar or piano, the song chords are A2-Em-G-D.
5.56mm
An oldie, but goodie.
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