MAKE ME KNOWN, COUNTRY ROAD
Tune: "Take Me Home, Country Roads"
Almost hades, Crawford Texas
Bush Ranch protest, Sheehan doin' talk shows
Press is out there, underneath the tree
Lookin' for some talkers, might as well be me
Country road, make me known
To the place I belong
Guest opinion, TV pundit
Make me known, country road
All my DUmmies rally round me
Mindless, lazy, looking for a leader
Read my bloggings, written on the fly
Boring waste of bandwidth, glazing of the eye
Country road, make me known
To the place I belong
Guest opinion, TV pundit
Make me known, country road
I wear a hat, in the mirror I see Eastwood
The ladies on DU think I'm hot when I pose
But sweatin' in the sun I get the feelin'
That I should have worn some lighter clothes, lighter clothes
Country road, make me known
To the place I belong
Guest opinion, TV pundit
Make me known, country road
Make me known, country road
Make me known, country road . . .
And the sequel . . .
MAKE ME KNOWN, RANDI RHODES
Tune: "Take Me Home, Country Roads"
Almost radio, Air America
On with Randi, chance to go on with her
I can talk there, talkin' to my peeps
Wow them with my brilliance, put them all to sleep
Randi Rhodes, make me known
To the place I belong
Air America, my own talk show
Make me known, Randi Rhodes
Almost seven list'ners call in
Loyal DUmmies, stranger than your neighbors
Now they hear me, magic on the mike
Rabid barkin' moonbats, just the kind I like
Randi Rhodes, make me known
To the place I belong
Air America, my own talk show
Make me known, Randi Rhodes
They hear my voice, on the phone lines they all call me
The radio reminds me that my foll'wing is big
And sittin' at the mike I get the feelin'
That I should have my own high-paid gig, high-paid gig
Randi Rhodes, make me known
To the place I belong
Air America, my own talk show
Make me known, Randi Rhodes
Make me known, Randi Rhodes
Make me known, Randi Rhodes. . .
Magic Man, Magic Man
Does whatever a DUmmie can
Spins a yarn, any size
Catches DUpes with his lies
Truth Out! Here comes the Magic Man
Is he DUmb? Listen, bud
Hoaxmas fell on him with a thud
Can he flame at his foes?
Read it on Daily Kos
Truth Out! Here comes the Magic Man!
In the Pitt of night
Booze goes straight to his head
Looking for a fight
He tells Skinner "drop dead"!
Magic Man, Magic Man
Friendly neighborhood Magic Man
To him, life is all freudenschade
Wherever there's bulldada
You'll find the Magic Man!
Oh and Randy sort of acknowledged my "help" in an e-mail to me.