I made this song in my mind today while I was working. To the tune of Little Drummer Boy.
Come, they told me rump-a-pum-pum.
Our gay-ass leaders to see pa rump-a-pum-pum
Our finest sons we send rump-a-pum-pum
Now I say to them rump-a-pum-pum
rump-a-pum-pum
rump-a-pum-pum
The president is an idiot for sure pa rump-a-pum-pum.
He attacked Iraq for oil pa rump-a-pum-pum.
Then Rumsfeld fucked all of our troops in the rump-a-pum-pum.
Georgie has his head stuck way up his rump-a-pum-pum.
Condi straps one on so she can give it in the rump-a-pum-pum.
Ted Haggart thinks that Heaven is in some other dude's rump-a-pum-pum.
Mark Foley loves to get all up in his page's rump-a-pum-pum.
Now it's time to get all up in their rump-a-pum-pum.
And change this shit pa rump-a-pum-pum.
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2 comments:
lovely!
way to get into the holiday spirit, John.
Thanks asshat. That's going to be stuck in my head for the rest of the day now.
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