Here you go jt, your British friends might like this. It's another Harris tune, twisting some Page, Plant, and Jones lyrics:
Hey, hey, mama, you’re so slick and smooth, Supreme Court judges like to watch you move
Oh, oh, child, way they shake those chads, gotta make you scream, gotta make you mad.
Hey, hey, baby, when you talk that way, watch your makeup drip, must make your day.
*Ah yeah, ah yeah, ah, ah, ah. Ah yeah, ah yeah, ah, ah, ah.
You gotta roll, can't stand still, if the GOP wins, you’re Queen of the Hill .
Eyes that shine burning red, dreams of power run through your head.
Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah.
Hey, baby, oh, baby, pretty baby, Tell me who you’re going to do now.
Didn't take too long 'fore you found out, the meaning of political clout.
Spent big money, traveling ‘round the world, told your friends you want to be an ambassador.
I don't know but I been told, this Republican woman ain't got no soul.
All you ask for come Monday, is to have the Court let you get your way.
No more counting in Florida land, you can bat your eyes, tell those Dems to pound sand.
TG |
