"Republicans Are Frequently, Secretly (Fond of Each Other)"

There's many a strange impulse out on the plains of West Texas;
There's many a Gov'ner who feels things he don't comprehend.
Well the GOP don't like it when somebody falls between sexes,
No, Republicans don't like it when a cowboy has feelings for men.

Well I believe in my soul that inside every man there's a feminine,
And inside every lady there's a deep manly voice loud and clear.
Well, the Governor may brag about things that he does with his women,
But the ones who brag loudest are the ones that are most likely queer.

Republicans are frequently secretly fond of each other
What did you think those saddles and boots was about?
There's many a Representative who don't understand the way that he feels towards his brother,
Inside every Senator there's a lady who'd love to slip out.

Ten men for each woman was the rule campaigning on the prairie,
And somehow those staffers must have kept themselves warm late at night.
Republicans are famous for getting riled up about fairies,
But I'll tell you the reason a man with such nice hair gets so uptight:

Republicans are frequently secretly fond of each other
That's why they wear leather, and Levi's and belts buckled tight.
There's many a donor who don't understand the way that he feels towards his brother;
There's many a GOP candidate who's more like a lady at night.

Well there's always somebody who says what the others just whisper,
And mostly that someone's the first one to get shot down dead:
When you talk to a Dick Perry don't treat him like he was a sister
Don't mess with the lady that's sleepin' in each wing-nut's head.

Republicans are frequently secretly fond of each other
Even though they take speed and drive pickups and shoot their good friends;
There's many a Methodist who don't understand the way that he feels towards his brother;
There's many a Decider who keeps quiet about things he's done.

Ooooh, I like to do a little sidestep...

When the president talks to God
Are the conversations brief or long?
Does he ask to rape our women�s' rights
And send poor farm kids off to die?
Does God suggest an oil hike
When the president talks to God?

When the president talks to God
Are the consonants all hard or soft?
Is he resolute all down the line?
Is every issue black or white?
Does what God say ever change his mind
When the president talks to God?

When the president talks to God
Does he fake that drawl or merely nod?
Agree which convicts should be killed?
Where prisons should be built and filled?
Which voter fraud must be concealed
When the president talks to God?

When the president talks to God
I wonder which one plays the better cop
We should find some jobs. the ghetto's broke
No, they're lazy, George, I say we don't
Just give 'em more liquor stores and dirty coke
That's what God recommends

When the president talks to God
Do they drink near beer and go play golf
While they pick which countries to invade
Which Muslim souls still can be saved?
I guess god just calls a spade a spade
When the president talks to God

When the president talks to God
Does he ever think that maybe he's not?
That that voice is just inside his head
When he kneels next to the presidential bed
Does he ever smell his own bullshit
When the president talks to God?

I doubt it

I doubt it

Who let the Mexicans out?! Oo! Oo! Oo! Who let the Mexicans out?!

Mommas don't let your babies grow up to be Republicans..........

In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida (Baby)

turn out the lights, the party's over...

To the tune of
So Long, Farewell

From Texans all around.
And the teachers and the treehuggers too,
And out in the hill country an absurd little bird
Is popping out to say "coocoo".

Happily they tell us,
and firmly they compel us
To say goodby to you.

So long, farewell, Auf wiedersehn, good night,
for what I've done they could indict.
So long, farewell, Auf wiedersehn, adieu,
Adieu, adieu, to yieu and yieu and yieu.

So long, farewell, Au'voir, auf wiedersehn,
Can I take the lobbiest champagne?
So long, farewell, Auf wiedersehn, goodbye,
I leave and heave a sigh and say goodbye,
Good bye

I have to go,
I've been caught in lies.
I primp, I preen,
It wasn't enough. Sigh.

The sun has gone to bed and so must I
So long, farewell, auf wiedersehn, goodbye,
Goodbye,
Goodbye,
Goodbye!

I would enter but the thought of him putting his hands on me kinda creeps me out!

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I haven't gotten anything done today. I feel like a fog, but what can I say? I've just been letting everything wash over me lately, not that it matters. Shrug.

I just don't have much to say recently. Such is life. I've basically been doing nothing. Basically nothing seems worth bothering with. Oh well.