To the tune of GHOST RIDERS IN THE SKY*
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A skilled old crook went striden’ out one dark and windy day
Upon a stage she trod and said, “So now I’ll have my say.”
When all at once she heard the pack of sharp-eyed journos fret
“They’re finally catching-up with you across the internet.”
Her firey eyes revealed the lies she soon would try to sell
The journos mumbled something sad about their stumbling belle
A bolt of fear went through them as they couldn’t hide their grief
For they saw the voters shake their heads in utter disbelief.
Yippie I ohhh ohh ohh
Yippie I aye ye ye
She’s pumping bilge and shucking jive, lyin’ all the wayyy
Their faces gaunt, their eyes were blurred
Their shirts all soaked with sweat
She’s tryin’ hard but sounds absurd
Her promise now upset.
Cause we all know her stunts are tired, her features too severe
That shrieking voice reminds us now we’ve Clintons up to here.
All those deaths that filled her wake could in no way unnerve her
But now perhaps her just desserts are on that secret server
Like lefties all before her whose heart strings throb felonious
Riding with the devil’s herd yet acting sanctimonious.
Yippie I ohhh ohh ohh
Yippie I aye ye ye
She’s pumping bilge and shucking jive, lyin’ all the wayyy
Pumping bilge and shucking jive, lyin’ all the wayyyyyy.
♪♫♫♪
Seriously, you don't see this at the Puffington Host.
*American Spectator comment by r martin
♫♪♪♫
A skilled old crook went striden’ out one dark and windy day
Upon a stage she trod and said, “So now I’ll have my say.”
When all at once she heard the pack of sharp-eyed journos fret
“They’re finally catching-up with you across the internet.”
Her firey eyes revealed the lies she soon would try to sell
The journos mumbled something sad about their stumbling belle
A bolt of fear went through them as they couldn’t hide their grief
For they saw the voters shake their heads in utter disbelief.
Yippie I ohhh ohh ohh
Yippie I aye ye ye
She’s pumping bilge and shucking jive, lyin’ all the wayyy
Their faces gaunt, their eyes were blurred
Their shirts all soaked with sweat
She’s tryin’ hard but sounds absurd
Her promise now upset.
Cause we all know her stunts are tired, her features too severe
That shrieking voice reminds us now we’ve Clintons up to here.
All those deaths that filled her wake could in no way unnerve her
But now perhaps her just desserts are on that secret server
Like lefties all before her whose heart strings throb felonious
Riding with the devil’s herd yet acting sanctimonious.
Yippie I ohhh ohh ohh
Yippie I aye ye ye
She’s pumping bilge and shucking jive, lyin’ all the wayyy
Pumping bilge and shucking jive, lyin’ all the wayyyyyy.
♪♫♫♪
Seriously, you don't see this at the Puffington Host.
*American Spectator comment by r martin
Very funny..and pointed. That's a big "Like".
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