Friday Night Krazy Karaoke

(With sincerest apologies to the rock and roll sex god known as David Bowie, whom I worship only slightly less than Morrissey, and thanks to The Heretik, to whom Krazy Karaoke belongs.)

Icky Preznit

Icky played guitar,
Jamming good with Rove and Cheney,
The Cretins from Hell.
He played it left hand, but made it too far,
Became the preznit man; we’re stuck in Icky’s Land.

Icky really stinks,
Squinty eyes and Wolfie-licked hairdo.
His pa hurled in Japan; they just keep right on smiling
While they leave us to hang.
Came in so loaded man, quite dumb and farmer’s tan.

So where are the Dems, while the Right tries to break our balls?
Cowed by fear of reprisal,
So we bitch about them, too, but refugees are still trapped in poo.

Icky played for time, jiving us with economic voodoo.
The preznit’s just crass; he is an ass.
A fortunate son—
He wouldn’t go to war but boy can he play guitar.

Making love with his ego
Icky says he understands;
Thinks he’s a messiah
Who will impeach this man so we can break up his band?

Oh yeah
Ooooooo
Icky played guiiiii-taarrrrrr

(Thanks to Misty from Expostulation for the picture.)