Monday, November 17th, 2008
The Ballad of Brave Sir Wingnut
Bravely bold Sir Wingnut rode forth from Washington
He was not afraid to lose, O brave Sir Wingnut
He was not at all afraid to be voted out of office
Brave, brave, brave, brave Sir Wingnut
He was not in the least bit scared to be caught in a wide stance
Or to have buddies jailed for fraud or porking pages
To die in bed wtih two wetsuits and a dildo up his bum
In an “autoerotic mishap,” brave Sir Wingnut
His VP not vetted and his daughter pregnant
And his gay hooker squealing ‘bout his crystal meth
And his straight hooker revealing his diaper fetish
And his penis…
(“Well that’s enough music for now, lads…There’s dirty work afoot.”)
Brave Sir Wingnut ran away (“No!”)
Bravely ran away, away (“I didn’t!”)
When the Shitpile reared its ugly head
He bravely turned his tail and fled (“No!”)
Yes, brave Sir Wingnut turned about
And gallantly he chickened out (“I didn’t!”)
Bravely taking to his feet (“I never did!”)
He beat a very brave retreat (“All lies!”)
Bravest of the brave, Sir Wingnut (“I never!”)
Inspired by a comment Randi Rhodes made at the end of the first segment of hour 2. With apologies to Monty Python.
