Qlueless al-Qerry's ribbons flying through the air 33 years ago did less flip-flopping than he's doing now. To paraphrase Kris Kristofferson (who's reportedly moved by the very sight of waffles)...
F'in' Ribbons (Help Them All Lose On Election Night)
Take the ribbons from my hair
A hippie just threw them over that wall
Not lookin' where he was throwin'
Or in whose hair they might fall
Like a monkey flingin' feces
That's how he treats his country's honors
While yellin' about baby killers
Sayin' our troops were committin' those horrors
He don't care what's right or wrong
An' he won't try to understand
Let the devil take his f-ing ribbons
Lord, and stick 'em in his mouth and those of his bad-mouthin'-America friends
Democrats are dead and gone
Their tomorrow's out of sight
'Cause it's sad to be a moonbat
Help them all lose on election night
Update: Voted best song to hear on the radio while sitting in a Beltway Traffic Jam.
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