Posted on 09/16/2005 5:41:08 AM PDT by BJClinton
Henry Kissinger
How I'm missing yer
You're the Doctor of my dreams,
With your crinkly hair and your glassy stare
And your Machiavellian schemes
I know they say that you are very vain,
And short and fat and pushy
but at least you're not insane.
Henry Kissinger
How I'm missing yer
and wishing you were here
Henry Kissinger
How I'm missing yer
You're so chubby and so neat
With your funny clothes and your squishy nose
You're like a German par-a-keet
Alright so people say that you don't care
But you've got nicer legs than Hitler,
And bigger tits than Cher
Henry Kissinger
How I'm missing yer
and wishing you were here
Well, I was feelin' sad and feelin' blue,
I didn't know what in the world I was gonna do,
Them Communists they wus comin' around,
They wus in the air,
They wus on the ground.
They wouldn't gimme no peace. . .
So I run down most hurriedly
And joined up with the John Birch Society,
I got me a secret membership card
And started off a-walkin' down the road.
Yee-hoo, I'm a real John Bircher now!
Look out you Commies!
Now we all agree with Hitlers' views,
Although he killed six million Jews.
It don't matter too much that he was a Fascist,
At least you can't say he was a Communist!
That's to say like if you got a cold you take a shot of malaria.
Well, I wus lookin' everywhere for them gol-darned Reds.
I got up in the mornin' 'n' looked under my bed,
Looked in the sink, behind the door,
Looked in the glove compartment of my car.
Couldn't find 'em . . .
I wus lookin' high an' low for them Reds everywhere,
I wus lookin' in the sink an' underneath the chair.
I looked way up my chimney hole,
I even looked deep inside my toilet bowl.
They got away . . .
Well, I wus sittin' home alone an' started to sweat,
Figured they wus in my T.V. set.
Peeked behind the picture frame,
Got a shock from my feet, hittin' right up in the brain.
Them Reds caused it!
I know they did . . . them hard-core ones.
Well, I quit my job so I could work alone,
Then I changed my name to Sherlock Holmes.
Followed some clues from my detective bag
And discovered they wus red stripes on the American flag!
That ol' Betty Ross . . .
Well, I investigated all the books in the library,
Ninety percent of 'em gotta be burned away.
I investigated all the people that I knowed,
Ninety-eight percent of them gotta go.
The other two percent are fellow Birchers . . . just like me.
Now Eisenhower, he's a Russian spy,
Lincoln, Jefferson and that Roosevelt guy.
To my knowledge there's just one man
That's really a true American: George Lincoln Rockwell.
I know for a fact he hates Commies cus he picketed the movie Exodus.
Well, I fin'ly started thinkin' straight
When I run outa things to investigate.
Couldn't imagine doin' anything else,
So now I'm sittin' home investigatin' myself!
Hope I don't find out anything . . . hmm, great God!
You are the ladies favourite General Lee. You lead from the front and try and help as many contestants as you can get through to the Final Showdown. You even help them try and storm the castle.
What a game that was.
With out a doubt. You are always the ladies favorite!!
I used to watch it too. We're not that old yet.
Not many people realize that in the early 90's Williams was offered a TV role as an overly resourceful adventure hero.
the program was to be titled
Morkgyver.
I'll be celebrating my second anniversary next month.
Hello, good to see ya!
Like you don't know!
Assemble the crew of one of our aircraft carriers on the flight deck at sea and turn Osama loose there. The salt water would feel real good to him after he was dragged down 1100 feet of non-skid!
You are not that old are you? I thought you were a lot younger than me.
Sorry! However, knowing the pastor at the church I attend, I can relate to this little boy's comment. :) LOL
the program was to be titled
Morkgyver.
Were they going to include the duct tape and the swiss army knife.
With a couple of house old items, he might have the making of a perfectly good bomb.
I thought you knew I was 32.
Oh man, those are so wrong.
I'm outta here, ya'll.
My kid's 12th birthday party is tonight and I've got to go get everything set up. Six eleven and twelve year old boys are going to invade my house for the night... my wife and I must be crazy for allowing a sleep-over...
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