One part Master Limbaugh, two parts Madame Streisand.
Now pretend you're in a band. Yes, that's it. My, my aren't we looking...smug...smug.
Hey mama, hey mama
Look at what your little babies all have become
Hey mama hey mama
Don't it ever make you wish you'd been a nun?
Mean and fickle were we weaned on a pickle
Is it in our blood
Rome is cooking, my we're looking smug
You know, I've been attacked ever since I came here. I've asked good questions and met with either more attacks or silence. I don't know which is worse. So, once again, choosing to honor my Father by not striking back I slink back into cyberspace and make you another offer: Don't ping me to simply waste your time and mine and I will yet again leave you to your persuits on a wing and a prayer.