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Joe Napalmer's Last Chance The old fly boy sounds desperate My Friends: I'm bitter and I'm angry that Obama has the nerve To rob me of the office that my lies and I deserve. I'm tired of playing Whac-A-Mole in order not to lose. I dream of my old Navy days: of barroom broads and booze. Tell me what I need to say to get myself elected. Cindy's worried what I'll do if I should be rejected. Though not as worried, I suspect, as those who fear I'll win, And then, when I keel over, fear the Palin soup they're in. Perhaps she can see Russia. How'd I know? I'm way too short. But North Korea and Iran have never been her sport. My life has been a downer since my flights as Joe Napalmer, But with Ahminedjads around I'll be your Joe A-Bomber.
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