20 August 2006

Songs

Pissing Our Pants
(sung to the tune of “Staying Alive”)

Well, you can tell by the way I stain my pants
I’m a patriot: just read my rants
Muslims make me want to hiss, when they come at me
I start to piss
And now it’s airtight, it’s inside
I have hung onto my pride
We just want to all be safe
But when I walk I tend to chafe

When you are so frightened the tension is quite heightened
You’re pissing your pants, pissing your pants
Feel the bladder leakin’, everybody freakin’
And we’re pissing our pants, pissing our pants
Ah, ha, ha, ha, pissing our pants, pissing our pants
Ah, ha, ha, ha, pissing our pants…

Well now, I get moist and I get dry
Sometimes in back I “bake a pie”
My body sometimes like to twist
I’m leakin’ from every orifice
And now it’s airtight, it’s inside
I have hung onto my pride
We just want to all be safe
But when I walk I tend to chafe

Saw a brown person. Somebody help me.
Somebody help me, yeah
Saw a brown person. Somebody help me.
Somebody help me, yea. Pissing my pants.

Well, you can tell by the way I stain my pants
I’m a patriot: just read my rants
Muslims make me want to hiss, when they come at me
I start to piss
And now it’s airtight, it’s inside
I have hung onto my pride
We just want to all be safe
But when I walk I tend to chafe

When you are so frightened the tension is quite heightened
You’re pissing your pants, pissing your pants
Feel the bladder leakin’, everybody freakin’
And we’re pissing our pants, pissing our pants
Ah, ha, ha, ha, pissing our pants, pissing our pants
Ah, ha, ha, ha, pissing our pants…

Saw a brown person. Somebody help me.
Somebody help me, yeah
Saw a brown person. Somebody help me.
Somebody help me, yeah. Pissing my pants.


(Link.)

How many stones must a man hurl down
Before you bleed from your hands?
Yes, ‘n how many votes must a candidate get
Before you strike up the band?
Yes, ‘n how many crimes must the White House commit
Before you make a last stand?
The answer, my friend, is ask Joe Lieberman
The answer is ask Joe Lieberman

How many dimes must a man cough up
Before they are spent for peace?
Yes, ‘n how many lives must end in the sand
Before we tame the killing beast?
Yes, ‘n how many lies will it take till we know
We have turned the most to the least
The answer, my friend, is ask Joe Lieberman
The answer is ask Joe Lieberman

Yes, ‘n how many guns must we ship overseas
Before we stop the killing game?
Yes, ‘n how many hearts must be broken apart
Before our heads are all buried in shame?
How many fears can a Congress exploit
Just to keep their jobs and their fame?
The answer, my friend, is not Joe Lieberman
The answer is not Joe Lieberman

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