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Got to stop, Though I hate to ask ya. Got to stop, Or we'll spoil Alaska. We're the victims of a dictum to use oil, To heat monstrous houses For our former spouses, Who are less than loyal. Got to rile Anyone unwilling To profile The beauties of windmilling On Nantucket Sound, Where Kennedys abound and shop. Where, if Teddy says not here, We'll call a cop. Got to stop Is your heating bill up? Got to stop Do you need a fill up? We were all caught nappin', But think what could happen If we could talk shop. What we need Are some substitutions For the greed Of those institutions Whose executives make more Than a high-priced whore With K-Street rapport nonstop. Where, if Boehner says, "Oh, dear," We'll call a cop.
Music & Original Lyrics by Cole Porter |