4/28/2009, 10:35 pm

Sung to the Scottish bagpipe tune "Scotland The Brave"
Lyrics by Laika the Space Dog
Snark! When your polls are falling
Snark! Hear Obama's calling,
Loudly and dumbly calling, down through the glen.
There where Arlen is creeping,
Now feel the bile a-leaping,
Why didn't he change parties way back when?
Chorus:
Cowering in stagnant shame,
Arlen, your “Scottish Law” was lame,
You belong with Moonbats hanging in a cave,
And you'll go down forever,
Not as a Republican never,
You'll never get my vote ever, Arlen the Knave.
Low in the Senate Chamber,
Safe and away from danger,
Chicken is the heart that beats beneath Arlen's lies.
Toomey was going to beat you,
Commies, the old friends that greet you,
Blind as the greed that shines from traitor's eyes.
Chorus...
Far off in moonbat places,
Glad are the socialist faces,
Yearning to have a majority clad Obama reign.
Where liberals are now a-scheming,
Liberty's heart is a-screaming,
Longing and dreaming for the homeland again.
Chorus...
