"W's Promise!!"
(To be sung to Bruce Springsteen's "The Promise")
Sultan's workin' fer Victory...the BigMan works downtown...
CM works in a rock and roll band,
Lookin' for that diff'rence-makin' sound!!
We've gotta li'l job up in DeeCeeTown...
We're Right, THAT I know!!
Some nights, I FReep with Black's judges...some nights, I write songs...
We'll follow our dreams just like those RATS do way up on TeeVee!!
We'll Whup RATS' Challengers 'til Left's Benign...Screw the Sosh'lists' and DemonRATS' FReaks!!
Lib'rals' Promise's been broken...DemRATS ain't gonna git MUD's Dreams!!
Folks, we won't haveta challenge Left by ourselves...
Righteous folks got somethin' that we'll embolden!!
I lived a secret...I should'a kept to myself!!
But I got drunk one night and I smoked it...
All our lives, WE Fight Fer Right...
The Fight that Mankind must ALWAYS Win!!
Every day, it just seems hard to believe...
The LIES RATS're believing in!!
Lib'rals're DO-O-OLTS!!! Yo, FReepers, you are so Right!!
Clinton's a HO-O-O!! SlickWillie's Lyin' and Slick Righteous Shall Smite!!
Right won big once off the Normandy coast...
But somehow FRench fergot our loss!!
It's TIME Right fights like we wuz makin' up fer broken spirits...
Of all the liberties we've lost!!
Lib'rals' promise's been broken...RATS Defend TREASON!!
BigGuv'ment steals something from down in your soul!!
Fight when the TRUTH is spoken and the RATS say, "NO JUSTICE!!
Something in OUR Heart Grows Bold!!
We'll Defend the FRee from the Sosh'list RATS...
WHUP the HollyWeirdo Stars!!
'Cuz when the LeftWing hath Broken...We'll Defend Our Righteous Home!!
FReepin' Fer the Soldiers Who'll Liberate Iraq!!
Lib'rals are DO-O-OLTS!!...for the lost lovers and all the fixed games
Thunder Road, for the tires rushing by in the rain
Thunder Road, Billy and me we'd always say
Thunder Road, we were gonna take it all and throw it all away
Mudboy Slim (03/19/2003)
CCR's "Fortunate Man"
Some folks are born made to wave the flag,
Ooh, they’re red, white and blue.
And when the band plays hail to the chief,
Ooh, they point the cannon at you, lord,
It ain’t me, it ain’t me, I ain’t no senator’s son, son.
It ain’t me, it ain’t me; I ain’t no fortunate one, no,
Yeah!
Some folks are born silver spoon in hand,
Lord, don’t they help themselves, oh.
But when the taxman comes to the door,
Lord, the house looks like a rummage sale, yes,
It ain’t me, it ain’t me, I ain’t no millionaire’s son, no.
It ain’t me, it ain’t me; I ain’t no fortunate one, no.
Some folks inherit star spangled eyes,
Ooh, they send you down to war, lord,
And when you ask them, how much should we give?
Ooh, they only answer more! more! more! yoh,
It ain’t me, it ain’t me, I ain’t no military son, son.
It ain’t me, it ain’t me; I ain’t no fortunate one, one.
It ain’t me, it ain’t me, I ain’t no fortunate one, no no no,
It ain’t me, it ain’t me, I ain’t no fortunate son, no no no,
Pre...MUD