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They Goose Your Ass (New 12/03/2010!) (To the tune Jumpin Jack Flash by The Rolling Stones) ♫♪ I was warned about naked body scans. If refused, next was TS Agents hands! Well before flights now, They goose your ass! Well before flights, I jumped when TSA goosed my ass, ass, ass! TSA said I’m safe so I can rest. Now that they know these really are my breasts! Well before flights now, They goose your ass! Well before flights, I jumped when TSA goosed my ass, ass, ass! Jumped when TSA goosed my ass. Jumped when TSA goosed my ass. Jumped when TSA goosed my ass. ♪♫ copyright © L. E. McKee, 2010 Bad Mood Rising (New 11/29/2010!) (To the tune Bad Moon Rising by Creedence Clearwater Revival) ♫♪ I feel your grubby hands a-groping. You see the temper on my face. I feel humiliation growing. Perverts are making sure we’re safe! By TSA tonight, Molested for my flight! There’s a bad mood on the rise. Refuse to profile those who threaten. You treat all kids and nuns the same. You fear old grandma in her wheelchair. Expose prosthetics of the lame. By TSA tonight, Molested for my flight! There’s a bad mood on the rise. I hear you’re worried about backlash. You fear revenge is on the way. You dread you’re in for retribution. But you assault us every day! By TSA tonight, Molested for my flight! There’s a bad mood on the rise. ♪♫ copyright © L. E. McKee, 2010 (Somewhere) Over the White House (New 10/12/2010!) (To the tune "(Somewhere) Over the Rainbow") ♫♪ Somewhere, over the White House, Barack whines. Teaparty may take over, why won’t they fall in line? Somewhere, over the White House, Joe speaks up, Telling people they are dull, why can’t I shut him up? Someday I’ll reach my final czar and Wake up with elections far behind me. Where Cap-N-Tax and Card Check pass and Those who think I’m a jackass will kiss my backlash. Somewhere, over the White House, liberals slide. Polls show lack-luster passion, why can’t I turn the tide? When beltway elite liberals slide beyond the White House Why can’t I turn tides? ♪♫ copyright © L. E. McKee, 2010 American Soldiers’ Prayer (New 03/17/2010!) Dear Lord, I volunteer my life, America’s my call. To serve, protect, defend and die I give, to her, my all. I may be sent around the world And put in dangers way. Victory over evil foes Her troops and I will pray. When battles rage and bombs are dropped Bullets rain down as hail, My fellow soldiers and my Lord Give courage not to fail. Should I not make it home to you From bullet, bomb or knife, America, I loved you so For you, I gave my life. copyright © L. E. McKee, 2010 Scheme a Mega Scheme For Me (New 11/4/2009!) (To the tune "Dream a Little Dream of Me") ♫♪ Czars looming far above you; Night dealings seem to whisper, “We’ve screwed you.” Dems gorging on a deficit spree, Scheme a mega scheme for me. . . Prey on the “mob” like dog fleas, That “Hope and Change” translated to no glee. With no job and a future on your knees, Scheme a mega scheme for me. Hope’s faded but you’ll linger on dear, Just scraping for bits. They hope you’ll forget before long dear, What’s in their mitts. In twenty-ten they’ll hear you, Just vote them out and baby, they’ll un-glue. And add RINO’s who ever they be, Scheme a mega scheme for me. Hope’s faded but you’ll linger on dear, Just scraping for bits. They hope you’ll forget before long dear, What’s in their mitts. In twenty-ten they’ll hear you, Just vote them out and baby, they’ll un-glue. And add RINO’s who ever they may be, Scheme a mega scheme for me. ♪♫ copyright © L. E. McKee, 2009 There Once Was a Man Named Barack There once was a man named Barack. Who spent the U.S. into hock. Then pushed "cap and trade" and the health care charade, Which the taxpayers saw were a crock! copyright © L. E. McKee, 2009 The Itsy Bitsy Czar Jones (To the tune "The Itsy Bitsy Spider") ♫♪ The itsy bitsy Czar Jones climbed up the liberal spout. Opened-up his pie-hole and lots of crap flew out. After the outrage Jones didn't get the fuss. And typical Obama threw Jones under the bus. ♪♫ copyright © L. E. McKee, 2009 Sarah, Standing Tall West of the Rocky Mountains, "Eight stars of gold" its call, The state "North to the future," Has Sarah, standing tall. From mother in Wasilla, To mayor of her town, To governor of Alaska, No challenge she turns down. When asked to aid her nation, And serve as its V.P., With heartfelt warmth and passion, And grace she did agree. At every campaign rally, Along the grueling trail, Crowds rallied just to see her, In her they saw no veil. The liberal press elitists, Spawned vile myths with gall. With class to stay beyond the fray Is Sarah, standing tall. copyright © L. E. McKee, 2009 Hope and Change President Obama, Campaigned on hope and change. He never said from what to what and no lib thought that strange. He promised us no earmarks, That line by line he'd go. He doesn't know what's in each bill now watch the budget grow. TARP 1, TARP 2, TARP 3, He'll sign them with a smirk. The deficits' not high enough; your children now must work. With Jihadists 'round the world, We need to gain respect. Relations like Great Britain are the deals we must reject. So President Obama, Please keep your change and hope. You may be quite surprised to find America is no dope. |