Michael Moore Desperado

[Pol Pot Roast]

Since Linda Rondstat wants to dedicate the Eagles song to Michael Moore, I thought I would rewrite the lyrics a bit.

Desperado

Desperado, why don't you come to your senses?

You been out telling lies for so long now

Oh, you're a fat one

I know that you're insane now

And you aint got a brain now

And that will hurt you somehow

Don't you badmouth Ann Coulter

She'll beat you if she's able

You know she will whoop your lard ass

Now it seems to me, your films are so slimy

You leave facts off the table

And you only want to mislead and deceive

Desperado, oh, you ain't gettin' no saner

Your pain and your hunger, they're drivin' you nuts

And freedom, oh freedom well, that's just some Bush talkin'

Which pisses you off cause you hate America anyhow

Don't your feet smell like pork rinds?

It is clear as day that you are out of your mind

You root for bin laden, is that what you say?

You're losin' all medication

Won't it be funny when we put you away?

Desperado, why don't you come to your senses?

Stop acting like Himmler

And try to get slimmer

Maybe eat some slim fast