Emailed to us by more than one person.

[As sung to the theme of the Bud Light "Real Men of Genius" ads]

Today we salute you, Mr. Radio-host-turned-Senator-Guy ...

While some politicians focus on the people, you boldly and shamelessly promote
yourself and your bad ideas.

Singers: The mayor of crazy town.

When you take the mike in the Texas Senate, no one -- we mean no one -- is
listening. Whether you're talking about selling babies or offering phantom tax cuts, Texas government grinds to a halt when you speak.

Singers: Someone get some duct tape.

And while you complain you are holier than the Pope, we know the author of the first greatest book ever written wouldn't break
bread at Hooters.

Singers: I was just here for the fried pickles.

So here's to you Senator Holier-than-thou tax cut man. You've proven one thing
for sure -- Talk radio is a bad place to find someone who can pass a tax cut.

Another after the jump.

Today, we salute you, Mr. Way to Self-Righteous Legislative Aide Guy…

While other staffers stumble and grumble their way into work every morning, You sir march across the Capitol grounds like a peacock, careful to wait until others are around so that they will notice as you swipe your badge to enter the employees only entrance.

Singers: employees only, bitch!

When you walk through the Capitol you cant figure out why the tour guides don’t stop their tour and introduce you to the 4th grade class from nowhere, Texas so you can explain how you make Texas better everyday.

Singers: Texas owes you

When one of your bills passes, it was you and you alone who made it happen, but if a bill fails it was undoubtedly the committee clerk's fault.

Singers: Fucking clerks

So here's to you, oh sultan of the cheap suits, leader of the leg, Mr. way to important legislative aide guy.