Posted on 09/03/2008 11:14:54 AM PDT by Kevmo
Sung to the tune of "Oh! Susanna, dont you cry for me."
Oh, no Bama, please dont lie to me... for Im off to Free Republic with a banjo on my knee.
I come from Minnesota with my banjo on my knee;
Im goin to Free Republic my true love for to see.
It rained all night the day I left,
the weather it was dry;
The sun so hot I froze to death,
Obama dont you lie.
Oh! No Bama, dont you lie to me;
I come from Minnesota,
with my banjo on my knee.
I had a dream the other night,
When everything was still;
I thought I saw Obama dear,
A-coming down the hill.
The smearing lie was in Duluth,
The tear was in his eye,
Said I, Im coming for the truth
Obama dont you lie.
Oh! No Bama, dont you lie to me;
Im off to Free Republic,
with my banjo on my knee.
I soon will be in Hawaii,
And then Ill look all round,
And when I find his birth record,
Ill fall upon the ground.
But if I do not find it,
This Freeperll surely die,
And when Im dead and buried,
Obama dont you lie.
Oh! No Bama, dont you cry for me;
Im off to Free Republic with a banjo on my knee
...with a keyboard on my knee
Very good. And true, even.
Good one!
I like Banjo better...
It’s a work in progress.
Sung to the tune of “Oh! Susanna, dont you cry for me.”
Oh, no Bama, please dont lie to me... for Im off to Free Republic with a keyboard on my knee.
I come from Minnesota with my keyboard on my knee;
Im goin to Free Republic my true love for to see.
It rained all night the day I left,
the weather it was dry;
The sun so hot I froze to death,
Obama dont you lie.
Oh! No Bama, dont you lie to me;
I come from Minnesota,
with my keyboard on my knee.
I had a dream the other night,
When everything was still;
I thought I saw Obama dear,
A-coming down the hill.
The smearing lie was in Duluth,
The tear was in his eye,
Said I, Im coming for the truth
Obama dont you lie.
Oh! No Bama, dont you lie to me;
Im off to Free Republic,
with my keyboard on my knee.
I fight in my pajamas
It’s plain for all to see
I aim to be the next Buckhead
The media all hate me.
I fell in love with Sarah
When my sister bit a moose
The Guvnor’s family ate it up
And then they set it loose.
Oh! No Bama, dont you lie to me;
Im off to Free Republic,
with my keyboard on my knee.
I soon will be in Hawaii,
And then Ill look all round,
And when I find his birth record,
Ill fall upon the ground.
But if I do not find it,
This Freeperll surely die,
And when Im dead and buried,
Obama dont you lie.
Oh! No Bama, dont you cry for me;
Im off to Free Republic with a keyboard on my knee
Don’t quit your day job. (Unless it’s as a songwriter)
Everyone’s a critic...
I was going to recommend “laptop on my knee” but “keyboard” is fine...
As a defendant of Stephen Foster...(really... or so I was told throughout my childhood...) I approve.
HA DEFENDANT = DESCENDANT
DUDE, YOU ROCK!
Thanks. I’m thinking of adding another verse.
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She loves her sons she likes her guns,
And Trigonometry.
The media will jump the shark
When Juan makes history.
Well, JimRob knows shell pave the trolls
So controversially
And Berg will knock Obama down
With friends of Hillary.
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I saw it that way in the preview pane and thought that maybe it was just how the HTML shows up...
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Can you please, I humbly beseech thee, pretty please, post your song here?
I suppose I should have waited another 16 seconds... Thank you ever so kindly.
Your Humble Servant
Kevmo
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