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May 18, 2008

Casa Blanco

Filed under: Parody — Tags: , , , , , , — Wayne A. Schneider @ 1:17 pm

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Though I am heart, a rock and roll man, I have enjoyed a few famous country and western songs, and one of them has been Marty Robbins’ “El Paso.” It’s a nice little melody and I’ve always liked it. So, naturally, I decided to use it in a song parody. This one is, I have to say, pure fantasy. Unlike some of my other songs which are rooted in truth, this one is admittedly unfounded. It’s based on the rumors of an affair between President George Bush and Secretary of State Condoleezza Rice. And of Bush’s documented inarticulation when trying to speak Spanish. (Yes, “Casa Blanca is the correct spelling, but do you think Bush would know that? Besides, I needed the “o” sound for some rhymes, so there!) I took the original ballad’s story and turned it into Bush’s frustration of being in love with two women, and not letting one of them find out. (Hint: one of them already knew about the wife.) And I have no idea in the world if George Bush ever owned a private plane. But I figured this nation’s tax dollars paid for his flight training, so he might as well get some use out of it. I happily confess that it is just totally silly, but I needed to get it out of my brain. Now it will be stuck in yours. No backsies! But please enjoy.


Casa Blanco
Original Words & Music “El Paso”, by Marty Robbins
New Lyrics by Wayne A. Schneider ©2007

Out in the west Texas ranch Casa Blanco
I fell in love with an African girl.
August would find me in Crawford relaxing.
Aides would come in and Condeezza would whirl.

Blacker than night was the skin of Condeezza.
Wicked and evil, the kind I knew well.
My love was deep for this African doctor;
I was in love but in vain, I could tell.

One day a PDB memo came in
Told me bin Laden would strike.
This wasn’t good news
Or something I could use.
This was in fact something
I did not like.

So in anger I

Told him his ass was now covered so leave here.
Down went his gaze toward the shoes that he wore.
My order was answered in less than a heartbeat.
The frightened young intern was way out the door.

Just for a moment I stood there in silence.
Shocked by the bountiful news I now bore.
Many thoughts raced through my mind as I stood there;
I had but one chance and that was ignore.

Out to my back yard in Crawford I ran
Out where my Cessna was tied.
I bought a good one.
It looked like some good fun.
Up in the air
And away I did ride,

Just as fast as I

Could from the West Texas ranch Casa Blanco
Out to the bad-lands of New Mexico.

In Casa Blanco my wife would go loco.
Marriage is gone and she just might have left.
It’s been so long since I’ve seen the young doctor
My love is stronger than by fear of death

I suited up and away I did go,
Flying alone in the dark
Maybe tomorrow
She’ll finally catch me.
Tonight’s nothing worse than this
Pain in my heart.

And at last here I

Am on approach to my own Casa Blanco;
I can see Crawford down left and below.
My love is strong and it pushes me onward.
Out of the plane to Condeezza I go.

Off to my right I see five Secret Service;
Off to my left stand a dozen or more.
Shouting and yelling I can’t let them catch me.
I have to make it to my own back door.

Some thing is dreadfully wrong for I hear
A deep burning scream from my side
Though I am trying
To find my young doctor
I’m getting nervous
Unable to hide

But my love for

Condeezza is strong and I rise to the challenge,
Though I am horny and might bust a nut.
I see the white ball of fist from my wife’s hand.
I feel the right hook go deep in my gut.

From out of nowhere Condeezza has found me,
Kissing my cheek like the day she was hired.
Caught between two loving women I’ll die for,
One little kiss and Condeezza, you’re fired.

May 16, 2008

Bush In a Bubble

Filed under: Parody — Tags: , , , , — Wayne A. Schneider @ 10:38 pm

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What will it take for Congress to do something about Bush? The constant bald-faced lies, about, quite literally, everything. The constant effort on the part of his administration to frighten the citizens of this country (and elsewhere), to intimidate those who object to their policies, and to hunt down and destroy anyone who dares tell the truth about what is really going on behind the scenes. The constant destruction of our country’s good name overseas due to a foreign policy of “Do what we say, or else.” And the constant deterioriation of our Constitution, the very framework for what makes our country so great not only in the eyes of the rest of the world, but historically as well. But if you think the Constitution means nothing to Bush and Cheney, imagine how little it means to the members of Congress who raised their hands and took an oath to support and defend the Constitution against all enemies foreign and domestic. They’ve stood by and let him do it all with impunity. Not only have they not done anything, but, collectively, they haven’t even tried. Their excuse is that we didn’t send enough Democrats to Congress to impeach Bush and Cheney, so they didn’t bother to try. They say they want to use Republican corruption as a campaign issue in ‘08. This is a stupid and time-wasting ploy. They would have an even better campaign issue if they got every Republican in Congress to stand up say that what Bush and Cheney have done to our Constitution was far less of a threat than what Bill Clinton did. But no, they wouldn’t even try.
Here is a song called “Bush In a Bubble”, based on lead song of Paul Simon’s fantastic Graceland album, “The Boy in the Bubble”. I hope you enjoy it.

Bush In a Bubble
Based on “The Boy in the Bubble” by Paul Simon
Words by Paul Simon, Music by Paul Simon and Forere Motlobeloa
Additional Lyrics Wayne A. Schneider, 2008

It was a slow day and the truth was fleeting
To reporters on the side of the show
There was a bright lie, a shattering of principles
The boss at the TV station was tired of talk radio

These are the days of presidents who plunder
This is a long wake-up call
The way the media follows it is so slow
The way it looks to us all
The way we look to a tattered Constitution
That’s dying from accumulated lies
These are the days of presidents who plunder
But don’t try, Congress, don’t try, don’t try

It was a lie, Friend, and it swept us through the desert
And unfurled into a circle of gloom
And the dead men falling by their children
The Sunni and the Shia and the systematic doom

These are the days of presidents who plunder
This is a long wake-up call
The way the media follows it is so slow
The way it looks to us all, oh yeah
The way we look to a tattered Constitution
That’s dying from accumulated lies
These are the days of presidents who plunder
But don’t try, Congress, don’t try, don’t try

It’s a terrorist bomb plot, it’s everybody’s fears start,
It’s every dollar borrowed goes to zeroes up in Wal-Mart
Discipline is practical and practical is smart
But we got Bush in a bubble like a baby with a baboon heart

And I believe these are days of tasers in the suburbs,
Tasers in the suburbs somewhere
Official memos with useless information
A tax-free celebration of millionaires and billionaires, and Congress,

These are the days of presidents who plunder
This is a long wake-up call
The way the media follows it is so slow
The way it looks to us all, oh yeah
The way we look to a tattered Constitution
That’s dying from accumulated lies
These are the days of presidents who plunder
But don’t try, Congress, don’t try, don’t try

May 12, 2008

Ruining America

Filed under: Parody — Tags: , , — Wayne A. Schneider @ 12:03 am

Well, you know how I feel about “President” George Bush (spits on ground). As usual, a song came on the radio on the drive home, a line for a parody came to me, and the result is below. (Don’t worry. I waited until I got home to finish it. The second half, that is. The first part was done by the time I pulled into my driveway. Sorry.) It’s to the tune of Supertramp’s “Breakfast in America”, written by Rick Davies and Roger Hodgson. I hope you enjoy it. (If nothing else, it gives you an excuse to dig up a great album and play it!)

As usual, thank you, Jane, for your always-appreciated help.

Ruining America (A Song Parody)
Original music and lyrics “Breakfast in America”
by Rick Davies and Roger Hodgson, 1979
Additional lyrics by Wayne A. Schneider, 2008

Take a look at my president
He’s the only one I got
Not much of a president
He’s doesn’t seem to get a lot
Such a Dumbo, like his father
Ruining America
Like the folks in California
I’m hoping impeachment comes true
But there’s not a lot I can do

Could we have charges by breakfast
Nancy dear, Nancy dear
We got to send him to Texas
He’s just another millionaire
Not a winner, just a sinner
Make him take a polygraph
He’s a loser, what a joker
He’s playing his jokes upon you
‘Cause he’s nothing better to do

Don’t you look at my president
He’s the only one I got
Not much of a president
He’s doesn’t seem to get a lot
Such a Dumbo, like his father
Ruining America
Like the folks in California
I’m hoping impeachment comes true
But there’s not a lot I can do

May 8, 2008

Intel Paranoia

Filed under: Parody — Tags: , , , , , , — Wayne A. Schneider @ 3:59 am

They made up reasons to start a war with Iraq, and there’s no reason to think they won’t try to do it again. Here, courtesy of The Eagles’ “Hotel California” is my take on it. I hope you enjoy it. Oh, and the performance is from a 1994 reunion concert. It’s a wonderful acoustic version, with a nice, deceptive intro. I think you’ll like it.



Intel Paranoia
Original Words & Music “Hotel California, The Eagles
Additional Lyrics Wayne A. Schneider, 2008

In a dark secret basement, deep down in a lair
Firm sense of denial, rising up ev’rywhere
Up above on a big board, I saw a red flashing light
My heart grew heavy and my thoughts grew grim, I had to see who we’d fight
There he stood in the doorway, I heard the warning bell
And I was thinking to myself, “This could be Cheney and this would be hell”
Then he pulled out a binder and he showed me his plan
He was bracing for a foreign war to take out Iran

Welcome to the Intel Paranoia
Such a scary place, (such a scary place), such a scary place
Plenty of lies in the Intel Paranoia
Any type of fear, (any type of fear) you can find it here

His mind is ill-fully twisted; he’s got those scowls and those grins
He’s got a lot of pretty wealthy boys he calls friends
How they planned for the desert, sweet Persian crude
Some planned for revolting, some planned for a coup
Someone called out to Cheney, “Please take out his life”
He said, “We haven’t had that spirit here since 1969”
And still those rumors are coming from far away
Write them up in the middle of the night, then you’ll hear them say,

Welcome to the Intel Paranoia
Such a scary place, (such a scary place), such a scary place
Making it up in the Intel Paranoia
Don’t you be surprised, (don’t you be surprised) it’s a pack of lies

“People caught in battle, in this campaign we fight”
And he said, “They will all be prisoners here, and they’ll have no rights”
In the bastard’s chambers, they gathered there to meet,
They slap it with their seedy lies but they just can’t see defeat
Last thing I remember I was running for the door
I had to warn the public fast he was taking us to war
“Relax,” said the generals, “We are brought in to deceive.
You can tell them anything you like, but they will not believe.”

The Panderer

Filed under: Parody — Tags: , — Wayne A. Schneider @ 12:37 am

This could apply to almost any politician running for office, but I’m sure that some of you out there will see one of the current presidential candidates in it. John McCain being the most obvious, of course. (What do you expect? I’m a Liberal!) It’s to the tune of the famous Dion classic, “The Wanderer”. I hope you enjoy it. I want to thank my wife, Jane, for her help with some of the words. And I want to thank my friend and fellow Critter, Nwmuse, of The Zoo, for the suggestion.

By the way, I don’t know who came up with the idea for the video, but it sort of connects.



The Panderer
Original Words and Music by Ernest Peter Maresca, 1961
Additional lyrics by Wayne A. Schneider, 2008

Oh, well mine’s the type of lie that will make you settle down
Where voting people are, well you know that I’m around
I need ‘em so I feed ‘em cause to me it’s all a game
I huck ‘em and I jive ‘em, I don’t even know their names
They call me the Panderer - yeah - the Panderer
I pander round around around around

Oh well there’s Libs on my left side and there’s Conserves on my right
Dishonesty’s the girl, that I’ll be with tonight
And when they ask me which lie I loved the best
I tear open my coat and show a Flag Pin on my chest
‘Cause I’m the Panderer - yeah the Panderer
I pander round around around around

Oh, well I roam from town to town
Make a promise without a care
And I pander like a clown
With my two-fisted lies so old and thread-bare

Oh, I’m the type of guy who likes to please a crowd
I lie right to their face, I hope that it’s allowed
And when I find myself failin’ for some words
Yeah, I pop right open that mouth of mine, I fling around some turds
Yeah, I’m the Panderer, yeah a Panderer
I pander round around around around
Let me go

Oh, I’m the type of guy who likes to please a crowd
I lie right to their face, I hope that it’s allowed
And when I find myself failin’ for some words
Yeah, I pop right open that mouth of mine, I fling around some turds
‘Cause I’m a Panderer, yeah a Panderer
I pander round around around around
‘Cause I’m a Panderer, yeah a Panderer
I pander round around around around
‘Cause I’m a Panderer….

April 22, 2008

So Man

Filed under: Parody — Tags: , , , , , , — Wayne A. Schneider @ 4:00 am

All cartoons are posted with the artists’ express permission to Pick Wayne’s Brain.
Jeff Danziger
, Syndicated Political Cartoonist
When ABC News’ Martha Raddatz said to President of Vice Dick Cheney that two-thirds of Americans say the war in Iraq is not worth fighting, he answered with an astonishing amount of callousness. From the official White House website:

Q Let me go back to the Americans. Two-thirds of Americans say it’s not worth fighting, and they’re looking at the value gain versus the cost in American lives, certainly, and Iraqi lives.

THE VICE PRESIDENT: So?

Q So — you don’t care what the American people think?

THE VICE PRESIDENT: No, I think you cannot be blown off course by the fluctuations in the public opinion polls. Think about what would have happened if Abraham Lincoln had paid attention to polls, if they had had polls during the Civil War. He never would have succeeded if he hadn’t had a clear objective, a vision for where he wanted to go, and he was willing to withstand the slings and arrows of the political wars in order to get there. And this President has been very courageous, very consistent, very determined to continue down the course we were on and to achieve our objective. And that’s victory in Iraq, that’s the establishment of a democracy where there’s never been a democracy, it’s the establishment of a regime that respects the rights and liberties of their people, as an ally for the United States in the war against terror, and as a positive force for change in the Middle East. That’s a huge accomplishment.

“So?”, Mr. Cheney? “So”? Is that how you feel about your role in the government of this country? That what the people you serve want of you is of no consequence? And on what exactly, sir, do you base this perogative that you claim? Because you, and you alone, know what’s best for this country? Has it ever occurred to you that you might have been wrong all these years? We all know that the war was about controlling the flow of oil and, therefore, its price. You are happy that the price is so high, because it helps make your friends (whatever countries they may live in) just that much wealthier. The fact is, Mr. Cheney, you just don’t give a damn about the American people, do you?

“So” Man
Original Words & Music “Soul Man” by Isaac Hayes, David Porter, 1967
Additional Lyrics Wayne A. Schneider, 2008

Going hunting from a dusty road
Good lawyer, he got a faceload
And when he got it, his head sunk in.
Don’t worry, ‘cause I’m drunken.

I’m a “So” man, I’m a “So” man
I’m a “So” man, I’m a “So” man

Got where I am the hard way
And I keep it secret, each and every day
My powers, there’s more you bet
‘Cause you ain’t seen nothing yet

I’m a “So” man, I’m a “So” man
I’m a “So” man, I’m a “So” man

I was bought out back on Wall Street
I learned how to lie before I could eat
I investigated this old heart
When I stop caring, I just can’t start

I’m a “So” man, I’m a “So” man
I’m a “So” man, I’m a “So” man

Just grab the dope and he’ll clue you in
Watch his back and be his only oil man
Yeah, yeah

I’m talking about a “So” man, “So” man
{Ad lib to fade}

April 20, 2008

McCain

Filed under: Parody — Tags: , , — Wayne A. Schneider @ 4:00 am
If you’ve been paying close attention to the news, you might have learned that John McCain has a bit of an honesty problem. He just flat out tells untruths, also known as lies. There have been several articles recently about his connection with a lobbyist, and whether or not he went too far in helping her client. But John McCain gets a pass from the media when his integrity should be questioned at every turn. Do you really know where he stands on anything? Besides trying to give us a third Bush term, which he seems to think the American people want. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this song parody about McCain’s lies. It’s to the tune of Eric Clapton’s immortal “Cocaine”.

McCain
Original words and music by J.J. Cale
Additional lyrics by Wayne A. Schneider, 2008

If you wanna have clout
You’ve gotta call him out
McCain
If you wanna see frowns
See frowns all around
McCain

He’s all lies
He’s all lies
He’s all lies
McCAIN

When he gets to lose
He’s gonna have them blues
McCAIN
When his campaign’s done
He’s gonna wanna lie on
McCAIN

He’s all lies
He’s all lies
He’s all lies
McCAIN

When his campaign’s done
He’s gonna wanna lie on
McCAIN
He forgets the facts
He can’t take it back
McCAIN

He’s all lies
He’s all lies
He’s all lies
McCAIN

He’s all lies
He’s all lies
He’s all lies
McCAIN

April 18, 2008

Flag Pin

Filed under: Parody — Tags: , , , — Wayne A. Schneider @ 10:54 pm
Enough with the nonsense about who does and who doesn’t wear a flag pin! Is that what it takes to prove you love your country? A flag pin? You mean it’s come to this? (Enjoy rockin’ to Aerosmith’s “Rag Doll”, a real cool tune and a slightly racy video.)

Flag Pin
Original Words and Music, “Rag Doll”, by Steven Tyler, Joe Perry, Jim Vallance, and Holly Knight, 1987
Additional Lyrics by Wayne A. Schneider, 2008

Flag Pin, wear it on your clothing
Spot check, ev’rybody’s noting
It’s so fine, you’ll never see me leave it by the back door
Man
Got mine, wear it nice and easy
Want proof, come on up and see me
Flag pin, buddy won’t you don it like you done before

I’m feeling like a flag boy
Mm just like a flag boy
I’m looking at a flag pin
Like talkin’ to an old friend
Some guy’s talkin’ real loud
Talkin’ all about it says, “Proud”
Try to tell us it’s a big thing
A new version we could all sing
Real easy for the good guys
Keep wearing it, you look wise
Looks real nifty, go and get me fifty
Cover ev’ry spot until I’m goin’ down in history

Flag Pin, wear it on your clothing
Spot check, ev’rybody’s noting
It’s so fine, you’ll never see me leave it by the back door
Man
Got mine, wear it nice and easy
Want proof, come on up and see me
Flag pin, buddy won’t you don it like you done before

Yes I’m groovin’
‘Cause I’m provin’
I’m patriotic big time
Can’t hit me with a cheap slime
Yes I’m braggin’
‘Bout my flag pin
Looks real nifty, go and get me fifty
Cover ev’ry spot until I’m goin’ down in history

Flag Pin, wear it on your clothing
Spot check, ev’rybody’s noting
It’s so fine, you’ll never see me leave it by the back door
Man
Got mine, wear it nice and easy
Want proof, come on up and see me
Flag pin, buddy won’t you don it, buddy won’t you don it,
buddy won’t you don it like you done before

Yes I’m groovin’
‘Cause I’m provin’
I’m patriotic big time
Gone crazy on the moon shine
Yes I’m braggin’
‘Bout my flag pin
Nice and shiny, wear it on my hiney
Cover ev’ry spot until I’m goin’ down in history

Flag Pin, wear it on your clothing
Spot check, ev’rybody’s noting
It’s so fine, you’ll never see me leave it by the back door
Man
Got mine, wear it nice and easy
Want proof, come on up and see me
Flag pin, buddy won’t you don it like you done before

Flag Pin, wear it on your clothing
Spot check, ev’rybody’s noting
It’s so fine, you’ll never see me leave it by the back door
Man
Got mine, wear it nice and easy
Want proof, come on up and see me
Flag pin, buddy won’t you don it like you done before

April 15, 2008

Justice Calling

Filed under: Parody — Tags: , , , — Wayne A. Schneider @ 11:52 pm
What is it going to take for Congress to begin realizing that this president, like his equally, if not more so, guilty vice president, doesn’t merely bend or break the law, he flat out flaunts it! It’s time to impeach them, try them, find them guilty without having to take time to order lunch, and remove them from office. Oh, and then turn them over to the The Hague.
In the meantime, I hope you enjoy this song based on “London Calling” by The Clash.

Justice Calling
Original Words and Music “London Calling” by Joe Strummer and Mick Jones, 1999
Additional Lyrics by Wayne A. Schneider, 2008

Justice calling from the faraway towns
Before war is declared, they must be brought down
Justice calling from the entire world
Come out and get on board all you boys and girls
Justice calling now don’t look at us
All that phoney Neo-mania has bitten the dust
Justice calling see we ain’t got no pull
Sick of that cry of the “privilege” bull

The Clampdown is coming , the guns are aiming in
Protests expected and our rights are growing thin
Falsehoods keep coming and they rule by fear
Justice is calling and I want it delivered

Justice calling to the presidential drones
Forget it brother, and just stay home
Justice calling to the Merchants of Death
Quit helping out and take another breath
Justice calling and I want them brought out
And when they start talking I want truth coming out
Justice calling see we ain’t heard but lies
Except for the ones who were CIA guys

The Clampdown is coming, the guns are aiming in
Falsehoods keep coming, our rights are growing thin
A nuclear war now, and I have my fears
And Justice is calling and I want it delivered

(music)

The Clampdown is coming, the guns are aiming in
Falsehoods keep coming, our rights are growing thin
A nuclear war now, and I have my fears
And Justice is calling and I want it delivered

Now get this
Justice calling, yeah, I heard it, too
And you what they said? Well, none of it was true!
Justice calling at the top of the pile
And after they’re gone, won’t you give me a smile?

I never felt so much alive (fading) alive alive alive

April 11, 2008

I Cross The Line

Filed under: Parody — Tags: , , , , , , , — Wayne A. Schneider @ 4:00 am
Well, we all know Rush Limbaugh can be a real slimeball sometimes. I mean, what with the lying, and the distorting, and the racism stuff. And it’s not new with him. Early in his career, he went by the radio DJ name Jeff Christie. (Real “macho” name, eh?) And he was known to say controversial things, one of which I allude to in this song parody. (The link in the line is to a Snopes.com article confirming its veracity.) So, without further ado, another tribute to Rush Limbaugh, courtesy of Johnny Cash’s “I Walk The Line”, 1959.

I Cross The Line
Original Words and Music “I Walk The Line”, by Johnny Cash, 1959
Additional Lyrics by Wayne A. Schneider, 2008

I keep a close watch on this hate of mine
I keep my mouth wide open all the time
I keep the mike on for the lie that shines
Because I’m slime, I cross the line

I find it very, very easy to fool you
I find myself alone when each day is through
Yes, I’ll admit the things I say aren’t true
Because I’m slime, I cross the line

Well late one night a black man called my line
I could not tell just what was on his mind
“Take out that bone, and call me back some time”
Because I’m slime, I cross the line

They’ve gone a ways to keep me on their side
They gave me cause for hate that I can’t hide
For them I know I’d even try to turn the tide
Because I’m slime, I cross the line

I keep a close watch on this hate of mine
I keep my mouth wide open all the time
I keep the mike on for the lie that shines
Because I’m slime, I cross the line

April 6, 2008

Use Your Ass

Filed under: Parody — Tags: , , , , , — Wayne A. Schneider @ 6:45 pm
It’s the future. Sen Hillary Rodham Clinton has won the nomination of the Democratic Party. Well, she walked away with it, let’s say. But her problem is the people she has running her campaign. They’re the same-old-same-old, and they will lose this election for her if she doesn’t watch out. She needs to find a team that doesn’t resort to the kind of campaign tricks you see from the Republicans. Otherwise, her story could end up like this.

It’s set to the tune of Eminem’s “Lose Yourself”. (Great song, by the way.) To help you follow the song, here is a link to a YouTube video in which someone has captioned the song juxtaposed with a series of sometimes comical pictures. Much hilarity ensues. (No, seriously, it’s actually pretty cool and if you’re not familiar with the song - it did win an Academy Award ™ - then this video really helps to follow it. As a suggestion, open a second browser for the video, and resize the two windows so that you can watch the video and follow the lyrics. If you don’t know how to do all that, then please enjoy the lyrics and put on a CD.)

And, as usual, I have to thank Jane for her help with this.

You can see a video of the song here

Use Your Ass
Original Music and Lyrics, “Lose Yourself”, by Marshall Mathers
Additional Lyrics by Wayne A. Schneider, 2008

spoken
Look,
If you had
One shot
Or one opportunity
To be president of the U.S.
One moment
Would you capture it,
Or just let it slip?

music
Yo, her plans are ready,
Themes tweaked, coffers heavy
There’s paper on her sweater already, more confetti,
She’s laughing, but to the staffing
She looks cool and steady
To stomp John, but she keep’s on forgetting
What they wrote down, with this crowd’s not allowed
She opens her mouth but the truth don’t come out
She’s groping, how everybody’s moping now,
The craps’ come out, game’s up, over! PLOW!
Snap back with depravity, Oh,
There goes sanity, Oh,
There goes Hillary, stoked
She’s so mad but she won’t
Give up that easy, no
She won’t have it, she knows
There’s no facts to these quotes
It don’t matter she notes
She knows that but it’s broke
It’s so flagrant that she knows
When she goes back to this moment
Blown that’s when it’s back
To the lab again, yo
This whole strategy
She better go capture this moment and hope it don’t collapse on her

They’re gonna use your ass ’til you lose it, this moment,
They own it, you bet they’ll never let it go
They’re gonna use cheap shots and plots, make a fancy show
The insincerity grows once in the limelight

They’re gonna use your ass ’til you lose it, this moment,
They own it, you bet they’ll never let it go
They’re gonna use cheap shots and plots, make a fancy show
The insincerity grows once in the limelight

The truth’s escaping, through this run that I’m shaping
This job is mine for the taking
Make me queen, as we move toward a free trade border
An honest life is boring, but Super Wal-mart’s close to no honor
It’s only more fodder, it only grows hotter
She knows it’s all out there, the pros are all on her
Post-debate shows she’s known as the Hope Stopper
Lonely roads, God only knows,
She goes farther from home, she’s no plodder
She goes cold and barely knows what they taught her
But hold your nose cause here goes, she’s Goldwater
Her pros don’t want her no mo, she’s cold product
They moved on to the old schmoe who flows
His nose glowed, he told nada
So the soap opera is told and unfolds
I suppose it’s old partner, but the beat goes on
Da da dum da dum da da

They’re gonna use your ass ’til you lose it, this moment,
They own it, you bet they’ll never let it go
They’re gonna use cheap shots and plots, make a fancy show
The insincerity grows once in the limelight

They’re gonna use your ass ’til you lose it, this moment,
They own it, you bet they’ll never let it go
They’re gonna use cheap shots and plots, make a fancy show
The insincerity grows once in the limelight

No more games, I’ma change what you call strange
Tear this motherfucking staff up like two dogs caged
I was winning in the beginning but the vote all changed
I’ve been called out, spun up, and booed on-stage
But I kept chiming and check-writin the next cypher
Best believe Bubba’s been paying the pied piper
All the pain inside amplified by the fact
That I can’t get by with my jive
And hide that I can’t provide
The right type of life
Or identity, ’cause man,
These goddam new pants don’t hide diapers
And it’s no movie, I’m no Michelle Pfeiffer
This is my life and these times are so hard
And it’s getting even harder trying to keep
And work on my speed, plus teach
A daughter caught up between seeing a father
And his prima donna baby mama drama’s screaming on
And too much for me
To wanna stay in one job,
Another day of lobotomy has gotten
Me to the point, I’m on the trail I’ve got
To instigate a plot
Or end up in jail or shot
Winning is my only motherfucking option, losing’s not
Bill, I love you, but this Senate’s got
To go I cannot grow old in Chappaqua
So here I go with my shot.
Words fail me not
This maybe the only opportunity that I got

They’re gonna use your ass ’til you lose it, this moment,
They own it, you bet they’ll never let it go
They’re gonna use cheap shots and plots, make a fancy show
The insincerity grows once in the limelight

They’re gonna use your ass ’til you lose it, this moment,
They own it, you bet they’ll never let it go
They’re gonna use cheap shots and plots, make a fancy show
The insincerity grows once in the limelight

spoken
You can do anything you set your mind to, man

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