Truly Komradina, a work of this surpassingly unequaled equality deserves a side A2 (There are no Side B's here at the Karaoke; all sides are equal)

BUNDY RANGELAND MOOS

(Hello! I'm outta cash ... could you spot me a fiver so I can buy another round?)*

I hear those baggers coming
They're coming round the bend
I ain't seen a tortoise, since
I dont know when
I'm stuck on Bundy's rangeland
This thing keeps dragging on
Now I hear those baggers chanting
Bout some damned speech zone

When I was just a baby
My momma told me, Zed
Always be a good boy
Dont ever work for Feds
But I shot a bull near Vegas
Just to watch it die
When I hear its wheezy lowing
I hang my head and cry

They say that Clive's done treason
For fighting Nancy's czars
They say he's like Qadhafi
While stroking ol' Dzhokar
They's say he's got it comin'
He didn't pay his fees
But we treat him like he's Putin
And that's what bothers me

Well, when they free me from this detail
If allowed to speak my mind
I'd say we went a bit too far
And overstepped the line
When slamming Bundy's sister
That's what I'd like to say
And I'd let that wholesome fess up
Chase those moos away

*(Old Johnny Cash joke)

And let's not forget...

Benghazi Rhapsody