On Tue, 12 Aug 2003 19:26:37 -0400, Harry Krause
wrote:

Well, I was feelin' sad and feelin' blue,
I didn't know what in the world I was gonna do,
Them Liberals they wus comin' around,
They wus in the air,
They wus on the ground.
They wouldn't gimme no peace. . .

So I run down most hurriedly
And joined up with the Republican Party,
I got me a membership card
And started off a-walkin' down the road.
Yee-hoo, I'm a real Republican now!
Look out you Liberals!

Now we all agree with Hitlers' views,
Although he killed six million Jews.
It don't matter too much that he was a Fascist,
At least you can't say he was a Liberal!
That's to say like if you got a cold you take a shot of malaria.

Well, I wus lookin' everywhere for them gol-darned Liberals.
I got up in the mornin' 'n' looked under my bed,
Looked in the sink, behind the door,
Looked in the glove compartment of my car.
Couldn't find 'em . . .

I wus lookin' high an' low for them Liberals everywhere,
I wus lookin' in the sink an' underneath the chair.
I looked way up my chimney hole,
I even looked deep inside my toilet bowl.
They got away . . .

Well, I wus sittin' home alone an' started to sweat,
Figured they wus in my T.V. set.
Peeked behind the picture frame,
Got a shock from my feet, hittin' right up in the brain.
Them Liberals caused it!
I know they did . . . them hard-core ones.

Well, I quit my job so I could work alone,
Then I changed my name to Sherlock Holmes.
Followed some clues from my detective bag
And discovered they wus red stripes on the American flag!
That ol' Betty Ross . . .

Well, I investigated all the books in the library,
Ninety percent of 'em gotta be burned away.
I investigated all the people that I knowed,
Ninety-eight percent of them gotta go.
The other two percent are fellow Republicans . . . just like me.

Now Eisenhower, he's a Liberal spy,
Lincoln, Jefferson and that Clinton guy.
To my knowledge there's just one man
That's really a true American: Rush Limbaugh
I know for a fact he hates Liberals cause he picketed the movie Exodus.

Well, I fin'ly started thinkin' straight
When I run outa things to investigate.
Couldn't imagine doin' anything else,
So now I'm sittin' home investigatin' myself!
Hope I don't find out anything . . . hmm, great God!


Apologies to Bob D.

Not bad, but I had visions of you with a Hohner Meisterklasse blues
harp, all twisted up and sweaty, and layin' it down.

Stop scaring my cat. )

noah

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