Doug, Doug Thomas. . .it's me, Terrance J. Wilkinson. . .I can't speak up. . .I'm under the table at a White House briefing. . . .
Doug, Doug Thomas. . .it's me, Terrance J. Wilkinson. . .I can't speak up. . .I'm under the table at a White House briefing. . . .
On the first part of the story
I was looking at all the lies
There were slants and slurs and knocks and zings
There were plants and shills and stings
The first thing I met was a fly with a buzz
And this guy in cheap shades
The heat was hot and the ground was dry
But the air was full of sound
I've been through the newsroom on a source with no name
It felt good to handed my fame
In the newsroom you can remember your name
'Cause ol' C-N-N won't give you no pain
La, la ...
After two days in the newsroom sun
My scam began to turn red
After three days in the newsroom fun
I was looking at a swollen head
And the story it told of the sewage that flowed
Made me sad to think it was dead
You see I've been through the newsroom on a source with no name
It felt good to be handed my fame
In the newsroom you can remember your name
'Cause ol' C-N-N won't feel any shame
La, la ...
After nine days I let the source run down
'Cause the newsroom had turned to brown
There were slants and slurs and knocks and zings
there were plants and shills and stings
The Left is a cesspool with it's life underground
And a perfect disguise above
Under the cities lies a dangling chad
But the cretans continue to shove
You see I've been through the newsroom on a source with no name
It felt good to be handed my fame
In the newsroom you can remember your name
'Cause there ain't no lefty who can feel any shame
La, la ...