Filibuster buster fools, If you choose to bust your rules, Then lose your catbird seat, You'll have no way of dragging your feet. You were sad foot draggers before, Then lucked out with Junior's war. But he'll never make ends meet, And you'll all end up in the street. When you were badly outweighed, You filibustered and brayed Yet you're not afraid That Junior will maroon yer? That may make a lot of sense For a U.S. dollar short seller, But if Wall Street's crying, "Cheat! Former catbirds drag your feet…"? * The New York Times - 3/6/05 Editorial - "The Senate on the Brink"
Music by Jimmy McHugh |