Say...that'd make a catchy little tune...
I-ma-wack-job and I'm ok,
I plot all night and I blather all day.
I make a-bombs and eat my lunch,
I eat from the lava-try.
On Wednesdays I go shoppin'
And bugger boys in threes.
I rag on Bush, I skip and jump,
I like to fool the Press.
I put on women's clothing,
How do you like my dress?
I posture and strut, I wear high heels,
Suspendies and a bra.
I wish I'd been a girlie,
Just like my dear Imam.
Well Done! Except I got a visual of that monkey in a dress!