Not a joke......Parody of American Pie (McLean)
Kiss Your Freedom Goodbye
Was not so long ago...
I can still remember
How America would strut her style.
I’d never need a cash advance
The mortgage I could refinance
McMansion with imported marble tile.
We all believed we’d live forever
Successful in each grand endeavor.
A power-playing sales rep;
I never made one misstep.
I loved to travel far and wide
With my family and gorgeous bride,
But now I weep with swallowed pride
Our fortune swept aside.
So my, my, kiss your freedom goodbye.
Spend a trillion, bill the children,
In the blink of an eye.
And a power grab to bleed the treasury dry
Singin’, “vote because catastrophe’s nigh.”
"vote because catastrophe’s nigh."
Did you place your faith and trust,
In this wasteful, bloated omnibus,
If Messiah tells you so?
Ah, do you believe in change and hope,
While sliding down that slippery slope,
And cede your liberty for quid pro quo?
Well, we’re paintin’ lipstick on a pig
Future generations pay the vig.
The liberals enriched.
Man, this is classic bait & switch, oooh.
But now the budget busters run amok
The entitled Hopies from the teat will suck,
The nanny state trend’s hard to buck
So hey, don’t even try.
I started singin’,
"my, my, kiss your freedom goodbye."
Don’t be rankled, grab your ankles,
Get a tube of K-Y.
A Quarter Pounder’s all your money’ll buy
Singin’ “would you like a shake with those fries?
"would you like a shake with those fries?"
Now for two years on the campaign trail
Relentless quest for the Holy Grail,
And now it’s time to live the dream.
So Obama’s King and Michelle is Queen,
With a plan conceived by Howard Dean
And they say that bull**** flows downstream,
Oh, and while Messiah donned his crown,
Commenced to tear free markets down.
Investors showed concern;
So meager their returns.
And while Bama channeled Karl Marx,
We hid our cash in shadows dark,
From bureaucrats and Geithner’s sharks
Until the storm subsides.
We were singing,
"my, my, kiss your freedom goodbye."
Better hunker in your bunker,
Saul Alinsky’s alive.
Stock up on rice and keep an ample supply
And singin’ “this will be our rallying cry”.
"this’ll be our rallying cry."
Healthcare, train fare, come and get your welfare.
Those greedy fat-cats gonna pay their fair share,
Trillions spent and expanding fast.
Goodies spread to the middle class.
The piggies feed from the trough en masse,
As our masters dine on pheasant under glass.
Now the congress met in smoke-filled rooms
“Oh, we must avert impending doom!”
Rapt in hypnotic trance,
Oh, let us stem this avalanche!
Now the stimulus was soon revealed;
Our liberties at once repealed.
Do not resist, your fate is sealed
Don’t bother asking why
We started singing,
"my, my kiss your freedom goodbye."
Cede your labor to the Savior:
Mister Pie in the Sky.
Them Democrats expand the money supply
And singin’ “we’re just all along for the ride
"we’re just all along for the ride."
Oh, and Jeffrey Holder talks of race,
We’re shameless cowards in disgrace
Too bigoted to comprehend.
So come on: all you hate-filled Anglo hicks!
Confess your sins and take your licks
Cause payback is a ***** my redneck friend.
Oh, and as He dissembled on the stage
Our Brave New World has come of age.
Do as The One compels
Or face that prison cell.
And with the GITMO thugs conferred with rights
To soothe their freedom fighter’s plight,
I saw leering smiles from Reverend Wright
Today bald eagles cried
They were crying,
"my, my kiss your freedom goodbye."
Stop your whining and opining,
Simply learn to comply.
Pelosi’s goons will drain your bank account dry
And singin’, "suck it up and take it in stride.
"suck it up and take it in stride."
I saw the POTUS sans a clue
So Orwellian his clever ruse:
“We must act now without delay!”
I went down to the corner bar
Where I’d often savored fine cigars,
But smoking’s banned, so I was turned away.
And no more salt, no butter, cream,
No trans-fats, nothing fried – just steamed.
We all know meat is murder;
Enjoy your tofu burger.
I tried to tune my AM dial
Where I’d listen in to Rush awhile,
But the “Fairness” Doctrine’s now in style
Dissent’s been placed on trial.
And they were singing,
"my, my kiss your freedom goodbye."
Great Depression now in session,
Lefty pundits decry.
Well, it’s romper room with all the libs running wild
Singin’ “better throw more slop in the sty.
"better throw more slop in the sty."
They were singing,
"my, my, kiss your freedom goodbye."
Lost my Hummer, what a bummer,
Now the bus is my ride.
Well, the party’s over, yes The State will decide
Singin’ “yes indeed The State will decide."