9 September, 2009 (No Comments)

To the tune of "Hotel California" In a dark Congress hallway, Pelosi can't stop her stare
The smell of the ozone rising up in her hair
Up ahead is the President, she sees a shimmering light
Her head grows heavy, and her mind grows dim
How many "stand ups" tonight?

There he stood in the doorway; The Telemprompter awaits And she was thinking to herself, "this speech will kick ass, I can't hardly wait" Then he lit up the pulipt and he lied through his teeth [...]