Uh oh, this Freeper is feeling very, very emotional - in a sing-song kind of way

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Sun Mar-21-10 04:43 PM
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Uh oh, this Freeper is feeling very, very emotional - in a sing-song kind of way

As sung to Don McLean’ s American Pie Lyrics

A long, long time ago...

I can still remember the Reagan Revolution How that President used to make me smile. And I knew if I had my chance That I could make those people dance And, maybe, they’d be happy for a while.

But Obama made me shiver With every paper I’d deliver. Bad news on the doorstep; I couldn’t take one more step.

I can’t remember if I cried When I read about his redistribution of wealth, But something touched me deep inside The day the Liberty died.

So bye-bye, miss American pie. Drove my Obama Chevy to the levee, But the levee was dry. And them good old boys were drinkin’ Hope and Change Singin’, "this’ll be the day that We Lie. "this’ll be the day that We Lie."

Did you write the book of Taxes, And do you have faith in Obama above, If the Liberal Media tells you so? Do you believe in Cap ’n Trade, Can Socialism save your mortal soul, And can you teach me how to Fleece real slow?

Well, I know that you’re in love with him `cause I saw you protesting in the streets. You both kicked off your shoes. Man, I dig those Government Rules.

I was a lonely teenage broncin’ buck With a pink carnation and a eco friendly bicycle, But I knew I was out of luck The day the Liberty died.

I started Screaming’, "bye-bye, miss American pie." Drove my Obama Chevy to the levee, But the levee was dry. Them good old boys were drinkin’ Hope and Change, And singin’, "this’ll be the day that We lie. "this’ll be the day that We lie.."

Now for ten years we’ve been on Obama Care And moss grows fat on a Hospital Floor, But that’s not how it used to be. When the jester sang for the Obama and his queen, In a coat he borrowed from Howard Dean And a voice that came from you and me,

Oh, and while the Obama was looking down, The jester stole his Marxist crown. The Supreme courtroom was adjourned; No verdict was returned. And while Pelosi & Reed read a book of marx, The quartet practiced in the park, And we sang dirges in the dark The day the Liberty died.

So bye-bye, miss American pie. Drove my Obama Chevy to the levee, But the levee was dry. And them good old boys were drinkin’ Hope and Change Singin’, "this’ll be the day that We Lie. "this’ll be the day that We Lie."

Helter skelter is a Tax and Spender. The Stock Market flew off with a fallout shelter, Eight miles high and falling fast. It landed foul on the grass. The players tried for a forward pass, With the jester on the sidelines in a cast.

Now the half-time air was nasty foul fume While the Senators played a Taxing tune. We all got up to Protest, Oh, but we never got the chance! `cause the players tried to take the field; The media band refused to yield. Do you recall what was revealed The day the Liberty died?

So bye-bye, miss American pie. Drove my Obama Chevy to the levee, But the levee was dry. And them good old boys were drinkin’ Hope and Change Singin’, "this’ll be the day that We Lie. "this’ll be the day that We Lie."

Oh, and there we were all in one place, A generation lost to abortion With no time left to start again. So come on: jack be nimble, jack be quick! Jack flash sat on a candlestick Cause fire and the devil is Obama’s only friends.

Oh, and as I watched him on the stage My hands were clenched in fists of rage. No angel born in hell Could break that satan’s Obama spell. And as the flames climbed high into the night To light the sacrificial rite, I saw satan and Obama laughing with delight The day the Liberty died

He was singing, So bye-bye, miss American pie. Drove my Obama Chevy to the levee, But the levee was dry. And them good old boys were drinkin’ Hope and Change Singin’, "this’ll be the day that We Lie. "this’ll be the day that We Lie."

I met a girl who sang the blues And I asked her for some happy news, But she just smiled and turned away. I went down to the Independence Hall Where I’d heard the music years before, But the man there said the music wouldn’t play.

And in the streets: the children screamed, The Patriots cried, and the Statesman dreamed. But not a word was spoken; The Liberty bells were a broken. And the three men I admire most: The Washington, Madison, and Reagan, They caught the last train for the coast The day the Liberty died.

And they were singing, So bye-bye, miss American pie. Drove my Obama Chevy to the levee, But the levee was dry. And them good old boys were drinkin’ Hope and Change Singin’, "this’ll be the day that We Lie. "this’ll be the day that We Lie."

So bye-bye, miss American pie. Drove my Obama Chevy to the levee, But the levee was dry. And them good old boys were drinkin’ Hope and Change Singin’, "this’ll be the day that We Lie. "this’ll be the day that We Lie."

Copyrighted Frank Templeton Jr. 2010

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