Have Words–Will Write 'Em

by Joseph Peschel © March 24, 2010

(Apologies to Bob Dylan)

Oh, the ex-gov draw circles
Up and down the block
I’d ask her what her problem was
But I know she cannot talk
And the lib’rals treat me kindly
And furnish me with tape
But deep inside my heart
I hope we’re in good shape

Obama, can this really be the end
To be stuck inside a red state
With the Palin blues again

Well, Limbaugh, he’s in the alley
With his fat face and his gut
Speakin’ to some poor girl
Who knows he is a nut
And would she send a message
To find out if he’s talked
But the station’s been stolen
And talk radio really sucks

Obama, can this really be the end
To be stuck inside a red state
With the Palin blues again

Elda tried to tell me
Stay away from the red kool-aid
She said that all the neo-cons
Would sooner have us flayed
An’ I said, “Oh, I didn’t know that
But there’s only one I’ve met
But she just rambles stupidly
And is an idiëtte”

Obama, can this really be the end
To be stuck inside a red state
With the Palin blues again

Teddy died a while ago
And now he’s buried in Arlin’ton
But everybody still talks about
How he’ll never be outdone
But me, I expected it to happen
I knew he was getting’ old
But someone will come from Boston
Who’s really, really bold

Obama, can this really be the end
To be stuck inside a red state
With the Palin blues again

Now the mavericks came up here
Showing ev’r’one their gall
Handing out free tickets
To the idiots’ freakin’ ball
An’ me, I nearly got busted
An’ wouldn’t it be my luck
To be caught scalpin’ tickets
To some drunk tea-partyin’ schmuck

Obama, can this really be the end
To be stuck inside a red state
With the Palin blues again

Pat Robertson look so baffled
When I asked him why he said,
“A country full of Haitians
Deserved to be dead”
But he cursed me when I proved it to him
When I whispered, “Not even you can hide
You see, you need a lobotomy
I hope you’re satisfied”

Obama, can this really be the end
To be stuck inside a red state
With the Palin blues again

Now the pitchman gave me two cures
Then he said, “Jump right in”
The one was Reaganomics
The other was just a flag pin
An’ like a fool I mixed them
An’ it really messed up my game
An’ now people just get stupider
An’ they have no sense of shame

Obama, can this really be the end
To be stuck inside a red state
With the Palin blues again

When Sarah says come see her
At a desperate little store
Where I can watch her sign her book
’Midst the related gore
An’ I say, “Aw come on now
You must know about my fiancée”
An’ she says, “Your fiancée just knows what you need
But I know what turns your hair gray”

Obama, can this really be the end
To be stuck inside a red state
With the Palin blues again

Now the bricks lay on that Hill
Where the neo-con madmen whine
They all scream there so shrilly
I’d rather listen to a mime
An’ here I sit so patiently
Waiting to find out what price
You have to pay to get out of
Voting for Condolezza Rice

Obama, can this really be the end
To be stuck inside a red state
With the Palin blues again