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Thursday, November 22, 2007

"Michele's Farm"

(Cross-posted at Dump Bachmann)



MICHELE’S FARM

Lyrics by Ignatius P. Reilly,

I ain’t gonna work on Michele’s farm no more.
No, I ain’t gonna work on Michele’s farm no more.
Well, she wakes in the morning,
Folds her hands and pray for votes.
She’s got a head full of nothing
But Mac Hammond gives her hope.
It’s a shame the way she votes against the poor.
I ain’t gonna work on Michele's farm no more.

I ain’t gonna work for Michele’s kin no more.
No, I ain’t gonna work for Michele’s kin no more.
Well, he hands her a nickel,
He hands her a dime,
He hands her a check
When it’s farm subsidy time,
Then it’s back to D.C. while Marcus minds the store.
I ain’t gonna work for Michele’s kin no more.

I ain’t gonna work for Michele’s president no more.
No, I ain’t gonna work for Michele’s president no more.
Well, he invades a country
Based on lies and just for kicks.
His V.P.’s bunker
It is made out of bricks.
The National Guard he’s got ‘em fightin’ a war.
Ah, I ain’t gonna work for Michele’s president no more.

I ain’t gonna work for Michele’s hubby no more.
No, I ain’t gonna work for Michele’s hubby no more.
Well, he talks to all his patients
About gays and God and Michele
And if you don’t vote for her
You’re goin’ straight to hell.
They claim he’s straight but no one’s really sure.
I ain’t gonna work for Michele’s hubby no more.

I ain’t gonna work on Michele’s farm no more.
No, I ain’t gonna work on Michele’s farm no more.
Well, she tries her best
To collect those subsidies,
But tells everyone else
Not to be just like me.
And cash my checks while Marcus shops the stores.
I ain’t gonna work on Michele’s farm no more.

(apologies to Bob Dylan)

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