“Hi Ted. How are things?”
“Good.”
“How’s it going?”
“Swimmingly.”
We had a couple of YAF songs about Ted Kennedy.
Ted the Magic Driver
(To the tune of Puff the Magic Dragon)
Ted the magic driver
Drove through the woods
And with a half a bag on
He did all he could
To get his little chickie
Down in the grass
But the bridge was not too wide
So Magic Teddy crashed.
Ted the magic driver
Sat there like a fool
Ted could not make up his mind
While the girl’s blood filled the pool.
From a senator like Teddy,
What could you expect?
In a time of crisis,
He’d say “What the heck?”
Ted the Magic Driver
Has lots of bread
With which to buy off the cops.
So what if the girl’s dead?
The moral of the story
Is told quite sim-pi-ly:
You can do what you damn please
If you’re a Kennedy.