2004 ? A song

(To the tune of "A Few of My Favorite Things")

"Ragheads" on TV and camels on sand dunes
Missiles that don't work and lame Jib-Jab cartoons.
Exploded limbs tied up with tourniquettes
While our President puts cameras on his pets.

Hoops brawls in Detroit and steroids in baseball.
Hockey in lock-out and NASCAR in freefall.
Sports gets the meatheads all bent out of shape,
Fuck the War in Iraq, Kobe's accused of rape.

Franken and Limbaugh are in syndication,
Martha in jail awaiting her probation.
Ken Lay does the perp walk, Reagan passes on.
Our troops mark Christmas with mortars at dawn.

With the car bombs,
And the street fights
I sometimes feel sad,
But then I remember the whopping tax break
That Congress gave my Dad

Ol' Dirty Bastard dies whilst he's recording.
Flags fly at half-mast 'til Wu-Tang's done mourning.
Falwell and Bennett take aim at the fags,
Robertson says Bush expected no dog tags.

Rummies will be Rummies, Aunt Condis promoted.
Arafats croak and Daschles be demoted.
Yuschenkos dine on some dioxin soup.
And most of the cabinet up and fly the coop.

Earnhart gets a biography on primetime.
Sharpton steals convention with his battle rhymes.
Paris Hilton gets the last laugh of all.
She flashes her cootch and collects the windfall.

If I turn off,
If I tune out,
I just might stay sane.
But I am a media addict and I
Want to see if Pale Male trumps Zahn.

Just a piece of Christmas cheer. Now I will go back to my cave and continue studying for finals. Thank you, thank you?tip your waitress, she works hard.

Posted by Mordred at December 16, 2004 01:54 PM
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