Ted Stevens, a Great Pretender, Whose bridges had nowhere to go, Vowed he'd resign and was told that was fine, But stayed for his banquet of crow. Guess what? Then this Great Pretender, That glutton for federal pork, Insisted his bill provide money to drill Or he'd turn in his knife and his fork. If the deal should reveal that this time he'll leave, Many would feel they should seal the reprieve. To be done with this Great Pretender By pretending that he's still around, Might be penance enough for their pork barrel stuff If assured that he'd be homeward bound, Not pretending he, too, sounds profound.
Music & Original Lyric by Buck Ram |