Capitol Hillbillies (and other paradies)

Captitol Hillbillies (Based on the theme song to the tv show "The Beverly Hillbillies")

Come 'n listen to my story 'bout the bro of Prince Jeb
Poor electioneers cost that guy that built the web
An' then one day, when he wasn't snortin' up some coke,
From the s'preme court, came a bumblin' joke.
Oilman that is! Fool's gold! Texas greed!

Well the first thing ya know, tax cuts for millionaires,
Enron-folk said "We gave rolling blackouts over there."
Said Califory is our domestic enemy,
But Enron went down, just like the economy.
Chilled that is! Dimwit fools, SUVie cars!

Bro of Jeb had bought the mansion. Lawdy was it swank
Next on the agenda was spearmen versus tanks,
Some of us objected, but the sheep flock found no fault,
Cause bro of Jeb's minions were a-lyin' so the war could be fought.
Crass, that is! Capital gains cuts, depleted economy!

Well now it's time to say goodbye to bro of Jeb and all his kin
And they would like to thank you folks fer not livin' in sin
You're all invited back to vote in 2004,
If we don't have marshall law cause of world war.
Not Hillary or Billy, that is! Come to the airport, take your shoes off!
Ashcroft's my hack, here!

Another slam on Bush.

But these are serious times...



R.III

Nice rythim. Funny

Willie's Gun's Trial (based on the theme song to the tv show "Gilligan's Island")

Just sit right back and you'll here a tale,
A tale involving Linda Tripp,
That started in a myopic court,
Re an intern who gave lip.

The Pres was a real fast talkin' man,
No one slicker, that's for sure
Five lawyers took great aim that day,
At a three loophole tour, a three loophole tour.

The weather started getting rough,
Hyde tanned, Bob Livingston lost,
If not for the efforts of the fanactic few,
Impeachment would be lost, impeachment would be lost.

The crime was grounded on the porn of this uncensored Starr-struck pile,
With Willie's gun,
A stripper or two,
Taxed millionaires,
And their ex-wives,
The gooed cigar,
The confessor and
Newt's right hand,
Here at Willie's gun's trial.



And then as the gavel for the sitcom comes down for the day:

Now this is the tale of crass-like ways
They dug for a long, long time
They had to make the best of things,
Invent a treasonous crime.

The first Bush and the Gipper too,
Had done there very best,
Their cronies now uncomfortable,
Raft Whitewaters without rest.

No crime, no slights, no smoking guns,
Not a single felony,
Like Robin's life with Mike Tyson,
As primitive a case as can be.

So recovene each week my friends,
We're sure to find the vile,
From seven years of costly ways,
Here at Willie's gun's trial.

Very funny.
But i think this belongs on Jokes & Humor.