Game on! These boys and girls came ready to play!

Obama says he nearly joined the army
but there wasn't a war in 1979
so he went to organize chicago
it was fleece the taxpayer time

he hooked up with terrorist bomber Ayers
and an anti American preacher called Wright
B Hussain was raised a Muslim
yet he claims Christianity, yeah right

Barrys a fraud, a deceiver, since Sarah Palin he's losing his believers
the basketball playing pit bull hockey mom
has turned B Hussain into a yappy poodle pompom

A gal from Wasilla one fall
Wore a newspaper dress to the ball
The dress caught on fire
And burned her entire
Front page, sports section and all


(I admit it. This is a variation on an old diddy. Like Joe Biden, partially plagerized.)

Let me tell you a story about a man named Barak
A poor politician, rarely gave anything back,
Then one day he started writin' a book,
And people all over couldn't wait to get a look

Royalties my friend, good as gold, what a change my friend,

Well the first thing you know Barak's a millionaire,
Kinfolk said Barak move away from there
Said Washington is the place you ought to be
So they loaded up the truck and moved to DC.

Oval office, that is.
Swimmin pools, movie stars.

The Obama Wanabes !

Plagiarism provided by FB

Sure, you can put lipstick on a pig;
He may even be helped by a wig.
But Sarah Palin's lost;
Her demeanor full of shrill frost;
Oh, and her earmarks are way too big.

Just sit right back and you'll hear a tale,
A tale of a fateful trip
That started from this Illinois port
Aboard this leaking ship.

The mate was a mighty smiling man,
The skipper suave and sure.
Most passengers felt they were on their way
For a four year tour, a four year tour.

The weather started getting rough,
The leaking ship was tossed,
If not for the rhetoric of the mindless crew
The tax base would be lost, the tax base would be lost.

The ship set ground on the shore of Obamanation Isle
With O'Biden
The Skipper too,
The millionaire and Michelle,
The movie star
The professor and Hillary,
Here on Obamanation Island.


So this is the tale of the castaways,
They're here for a long, long time,
They'll have to make the best of things,
It's an uphill climb.

The first mate and the Skipper too,
Will do their very best,
To make the entitled comfortable,
In the governments nest.

No drilling, no nuclear, no motor cars,
Not a single luxury,
Like a third world country,
As primitive as can be.

So join us here each week my friends,
You're sure to get a smile,
From all the socialist castways,
Here on "Obamanation."

Who knew that the Republicans were the party of starving artists? They're sticking it to the Dems right now. Any come-backs? Where's Lowcountrygirl when you need her? Happyface is good, but give him/her some help!

quote:

Originally posted by happyface:
Sure, you can put lipstick on a pig;
He may even be helped by a wig.
But Sarah Palin's lost;
Her demeanor full of shrill frost;
Oh, and her earmarks are way too big.

Gotta laugh. "Her earmarks are way too big". Good one! Best phrase yet.

Well we're movin' on up,
To the White House
To a deluxe mansion in DC
Movin on up,
To the White House
We are going to change the rules, just wait and see.


Illegals will work in the kitchen;
Republicans running the grill.
Took a whole lotta whinin',
Just to get up that hill.
Now we're up in the big leagues,
Gettin' our turn to tax
As long as we live, O'Biden and me baby,
There ain't nothin wrong with that.


Well we're movin' on up,
To the White House
To a deluxe mansion in DC.
Movin on up,
To the White House
We are going to change the rules, just wait and see.

Floyd's smokin!

Floyd is a dork,
What's next, Mindy and Mork?
Haven't changed my mind,
Palinites are blind
Her tongue is one of fork.

quote:

Originally posted by jitterbug:
Who knew that the Republicans were the party of starving artists? They're sticking it to the Dems right now. Any come-backs? Where's Lowcountrygirl when you need her? Happyface is good, but give him/her some help!

Sorry for the delay, Jitterbug--I have a day job!

That McCain, he is slicker than a barrel of oil,
taking the backseat to the Lady Sarah Royal.
It was all a plan he'd carefully hatched,
though knowing they weren't at all well matched.
The high and mighty Evangelicals he does fool,
they truly believe they set even God's rule.
While Sarah's flying with the angels and
shooting wolves from the sky,
the Christians are singing her praises on high.

Boy, the way Obama played. Songs that made the Hit charade.

Guys like us, we had it made. Those were the days.

Didn't need no welfare state. Everybody pulled his weight.

Gee, our old government ran great. Those were the days.

And you know who you were then. Girls were girls and men were men.

Mister, we could use a man like Obama again.

People seemed to be content. Big Brother paid the rent.

Freaks were in a circus tent. Those were the days.

Take a little Sunday spin, go to watch the Republicans win.

Have yourself a lovely day that cost you nothing at all.

Hair was short and skirts were long. Sarah Palin really sold a song.

I don't know just what went wrong. Those Were The Days.

Welcome back, Lowcountrygirl. You still got it girl! You may not need it, but I'd better keep my day job. Here's another one I partially plagarized:

When the election is over and somebody has won
We'll join back together as a community of one
In the spirit of that moment, when all this will pass
I will hug your elephant, and you can kiss my ass


Edited cause I messed it up the first time

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