(to the tune of "Sounds of Silence")
Hello Feingold my old friend
Its time to talk to you again
because the issue softly creeping
left its seed while we were sleeping
and the vision
that was planted in the session
was a bad lession
and entered the sounds
of stupid
In stupid moves you walk alone
Resolutions made while stoned
'Neath the halo of a vote now
You need to see you're dumb, and how
When our eyes were stabbed by a vast Rovian light
that split the night
and showed the signs of stupid
Fool said I you do not know
Stupid resolutions grow
You better hope they won't take a vote
Because they will sink our liberal boat
but my words
like your grandstanding stunts still fell
(o what the hell)
and echoed of the sounds of stupid
And the DUmmies bowed and prayed
to the farting sounds they made
and the older dims yelled out their warning
in the impossible task forming
and the dims yelled
"the acts of the Prez can't be found illegal at all
and we will fall"
and whispered
in the sounds
of stupid
Er, if the sponsor wouldn't run out the door, that is. Here is Arlen Specter calling for Feingold to debate:
Mr. President, I think this subject matter is worthy of debate, but notwithstanding my experience of debating, I don't think I can debate without someone to debate with. I tried to attract the attention of the Senator from Wisconsin before he departed the Chamber. I think I got in right as he was on the way out the door.