| Sep. 17th, 2004 @ 10:01 am (no subject) |
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Ko-Ko
There's Monika Lewinksy, Bill and Hillary Clinton, too. There's Gingrich, Starr, Congress -- I've got them on the list! And the IRS, the FBI, the Unibomber too -- And Howard Stern, the Spice Girls, they never would be missed! Rock bands from so long time ago, they're all out of hormones, Like Alice Cooper, Moody Blues, and yes, the Rolling Stones. Scully, Mulder, and Cancerman, like, learn to get along! Oscars, Emmys, Miss America, your results are always wrong! And communists and chauvanists and dead white dramatists, They never would be missed -- I think they'd not be missed!
Chorus of Men
He's got them one the list -- he's got them on the list; They'll none of them be missed -- I think they'd not be missed!
Ko-Ko
And drivers! I could really talk about the drivers here -- Drivers who, while turning left, can't bother with a blink, The ones who leave their brights on, right upon your bumper rear. Ones who at green lights won't go -- so they can sit and think. And men who spit and cheap perfume and smokers at the door, And those in love with the Internet, chatrooms, and their email, And Tater-Tot hot dish, carried in in a special pail. People who willingly eat green Jello and that lutefisk. It's fun to be an executioner in a world like this, They'd none of 'em be missed -- they'd none of 'em be missed!
Chorus of Men
You may put 'em on the list -- you may put 'em on the list; And they'll none of 'em be missed -- they'll none of 'em be missed!
Ko-Ko [Encore, just in case!]
And athletes who have lost the touch of any sportsmanship And Latrell who punched his coach -- and got away scot-free! And Jordan who sells everything from shoes to PoliGrip Olympic gold medalists -- just starting to get acne. And golfers with their gripping game, not to say their fashion sense, Strolling their green artificial hills in a state of somnolence. And tennis gods, with their permanent sneers and their flaming insolence. And baseball teams who never thank their fans for their confidence. I could list a thousand names, or more, I could put them on the list, They'd none of 'em be missed -- they'd none of 'em be missed!
Chorus of Men
You may put 'em on the list -- you may put 'em on the list; And they'll none of 'em be missed -- they'll none of 'em be missed! |