The Foley of Men
Current events in Congress have recently drawn the attention of the Minor Premise parody department . . . .
TEXT THE PAGE
Apologies to Bob Segar
(DMinor and CMinor)
On a long and lonesome hallway, Washington DC
You listen to the speeches just as dull as they can be
You think of reelection
and your recess back in F L A
But your thoughts will soon be wandering the way they always do
When you're waiting for a quorum, there's nothing much to do
And you don't feel much like voting
You just wish the session through
Here I am, on IM again
I am told, it's all the rage
On email, I'm a stud again
Who will know, text the page
So you walk into this press conference rattled by the polls
And you feel the eyes upon you and their looks are rather cold
You pretend it doesn't bother you
Tho' heads are gonna roll
You claim it was idle talk, an October surprise
But sending smut to teenage boys, was it really wise?
And now the press and Democrats, are circling you like flies
Alibis?
There I was, on IM again
Naughty text, caused all the rage
Could have just, hit the bar again
But instead, text the page
Now I'm in the spotlight, Hastert struggles just to stay
The Democrats are certain that they'll take the House away
ABC reports the rumors
That I'm drunk and that I'm gay
Later on in rehab, my career is dead
Investigators read hard drives to find out what I said
And all the pages' mommas are calling for my head
Should have fled
Here I am, out on my ear again
Wish I had, acted my age
Can't go near, another child again
Because of, that darn page
Now they know, about the page
Now they know
Here I go
TEXT THE PAGE
Apologies to Bob Segar
(DMinor and CMinor)
On a long and lonesome hallway, Washington DC
You listen to the speeches just as dull as they can be
You think of reelection
and your recess back in F L A
But your thoughts will soon be wandering the way they always do
When you're waiting for a quorum, there's nothing much to do
And you don't feel much like voting
You just wish the session through
Here I am, on IM again
I am told, it's all the rage
On email, I'm a stud again
Who will know, text the page
So you walk into this press conference rattled by the polls
And you feel the eyes upon you and their looks are rather cold
You pretend it doesn't bother you
Tho' heads are gonna roll
You claim it was idle talk, an October surprise
But sending smut to teenage boys, was it really wise?
And now the press and Democrats, are circling you like flies
Alibis?
There I was, on IM again
Naughty text, caused all the rage
Could have just, hit the bar again
But instead, text the page
Now I'm in the spotlight, Hastert struggles just to stay
The Democrats are certain that they'll take the House away
ABC reports the rumors
That I'm drunk and that I'm gay
Later on in rehab, my career is dead
Investigators read hard drives to find out what I said
And all the pages' mommas are calling for my head
Should have fled
Here I am, out on my ear again
Wish I had, acted my age
Can't go near, another child again
Because of, that darn page
Now they know, about the page
Now they know
Here I go
Labels: parodies we've written I, U.S. Politics
3 Comments:
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Ummm..okay...interesting parody. But comment section needs some editing. Keep up the blogging!
I can imagine you two singing a duet...it scares me, but I can imagine it.
Dear Dr. Whoami: Thank you for your observations. We have, unfortunately, been required to delete your comment as we have a requirement here that comments should be pertinent to the post and not exceed its length. We recommend that substantial editing will get your point across far more effectively. May we suggest a simple John 3:16?
Thank you, anonymous, but when we need treatments for ineffable acne or unspeakable bad breath, we'll consult our friendly neighborhood pharmacist.
Dear Un:
Well, actually, we're working up the harmony for it right now!;-)
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