Cretins' Creedslaughter Recital — Talkin' Out My Back Door



Just moved in from Illinois
Crank the spigot, oh joy!
Got to lay down
That "I won" to the dorks

Administration creeps in
Hope™ and Change™ I'm singin'
Toot, toot, poot
Talkin' out my back door

There's our giant croonin' Mao hoots
Our shemale wearin' pantsuits
Look at all the teabag voters
Rantin' on the lawn

I'm Democrats' prayer
Listenin' to Bill Ayers
Poot, toot, poot
Talkin' out my back door

Party ass and elephant
Pass bills like grains of sand
Don't you like the ride
Down the 'flation floom
Doom, doom doom

Fiscal diarrhea
Brown-nosed by the media
Toot, poot, poot
Talkin' out my back door

CHORUS

Out of touch plus arrogance
My plans sweeping and grand
Don't oppose my side
No, you racist goon
Doom, doom doom

Repay it tomorrow
Today I spend and borrow
Poot, toot, toot
Talkin' out my back door

CHORUS

Yet more troubles do annoy
Gun the bus more, oh joy!
Look at all the sappy b'lievers
Mown down on the lawn

You'll forget tomorrow
That Hope™ and Change™ you swallowed
Toot, poot, toot
Talkin' out my back door

I have always wanted to parody this song.

Just got back from Illinois: perfect

Fiscal diarrhea
Brown-nosed by the media
Toot, poot, poot
Talkin' out my back door

This will never appear in another lyric ever.

Again I am humbled.

Comrade Groucho Marxist,

For the collective, for the Party, I always try, hard!

You certainly spread the health with laughter.