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AMERICAN PIE
A long long time ago, I can
still remember
How the press corps was
afraid to smile
And I knew if I had my chance
That I could make Kit and
CC dance
And even Sandra would be
happy for awhile
But February made me shiver
Until Al was the primary
winner
Bradley left the big race
Bush-Cheney took his place
Bush can't remember what
he thought
When he helped Big Oil and
gave children naught
But something gave me this
one thought
When he and Al Gore fought
Bye Bye Bush Cheney big
time
Dropped your levy for the
wealthy
Till the surplus was dry
Your tax cut plan
Is just a poke in the eye
For working families that
just try to get by
Will you help the rich you
love
And wait for trickles from
above
If the right wing tells
you so...
Now do you believe in the
right to choose
Or will women be the ones
who lose
And can you say Kostunica
real slow
Well I saw the RATS in Alex's
ad
But you never said you found
it bad
You both kissed off the
press
Just who is covering whose
ass
Cont
You like to take your press
corps in your truck
But please no pool when
you're raising bucks
But I think you'll be out
of luck
28 days from now
You'll be singing Bye Bye
Dick Cheney we tried
To beat Al Gore telling
stories 'bout his dog on lodine
Our negative ads left us
both high and dry
Now the nation has said
to us both bye bye
Now for one year you've been
on our case
Traveling around from place
to place
But that's not how it has
to be
When the press corps sang
for the VP
In a tune that came from
'63
And a song that came from
yours truly
And while John King comes
travelin' round
Claire Shipman stole his
golden crown
The press pool all felt
burned
No press calls were returned
And while Lehane read Begalas'
book
Fabiani changed his looks
And you all let Bush off
the hook
The day the surplus died
Bye Bye our big surplus bye
bye
You're too busy or to dizzy
to ask Bush Cheney why
To help the rich but not
the working class guy
Saying maybe they'll get
lucky next time
Cont
Helter Skelter all the polls
akelter
The numbers flew down your
fallout shelter
8 points high and fallin
fast
USA landed on the plane
The pundits all tried to
explain
With Bernie stuck debating
in Lehane
Now the debate prep was
sweet relief
While the Bush team searched
for a new fig leaf
To hide their budget hole
And to find that mole Karl
Rove
Now it's time to take the
field
And show how Bush's plan
would steal The prosperity we all should feel
The day the surplus died
Bye Bye medicine drugs bye
bye
Sold our seniors down the
river
So the tax cut can fly
Those HMO's would soon be
doing high-fives
Saying that little bean
counter would be in ---
And here we all are in one
place
Stuck in a hotel filing
space
With no line left to file
the news
So come on Chip be nimble,
John be Quick
Jim Angle sat on Britt Humes'
schtick
Laura Fox is the Washington
Times only friend
And as I watched the press
avail
I wondered what could be
the tale
No angle that made sense
Could defend Bush's pretense
And as the spinster dammed
at the debate
Cont
To say of course their guy
did great
I saw glimpse of Bush-Cheney
fat
On November 8th
They'll be singing
Bye Bye 1600 bye bye
All my daddy's rich oil
buddies will be wondering why
They raised so much and
still the shrub came up day
Singing next time I think
I'll take a bye
I met a girl name Karen Hughes
And asked her from some
happy news
But she just moaned and
turned away
I went down to McKinnon's
shop
Where I heard the buck had
finally stopped
But the girl there said
the pants were in the mail
And in the streets the people
streamed from the FL
Coast to TN No child was
forgotten
No Classrooms were left
rotten
And the two folks with the
helping hand Al Gore and Joe Lieberman
They brought a new hope
to the land
The day that George Bush
sighed
They were singing
My My looks looks like John
Zogby lied
polled the likelies and
the women till they wanted to cry
These two old boys are eating
cream cheese on rye
Singing this has been the
song of our lives
Performed not quite to the tune of "American Pie" by Don McLean