Oh I wish I were an D. C. FReeper.
That is what I'd truly like to be.
'Cause if I were a D. C. FReeper,
Ev'ryone would be in love with me.
My bologna has a first name, it's C-O-D--E.
My bologna has a second name, it's P-I-N--K.
Oh, I love to eat it everyday, and if you ask me why, I'll say,
"'Cause D. C. FReepers have a way with C-O-D-E PUNK imean PINK.
Code Pink You Stink
Code Pink, you stink, we all know this is true. Everyone sees your real colors, and they ain't red white and blue. You shout, you pout you stamp about to make yourselves heard. But from where we stand it's easy to see, you're nothing but bull turd.
Code Pink you stink, cowards and losers that's you. Your rank, foul odor fills the air just like some dog doo doo . Your claims of patriotism ring so false, among you it is scarce. You wouldn't know real patriotism if it bit you in the a$$.
Code Pink you stink, give it up and go back home. Forget your chants and phony stance and just leave our troops alone. You're fooling no one and wasting your time if you think that they'll bend.
They'll all still be brave, true and strong, long after your timely end.