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McCain's A Rubber Stamp Historians describe McCain becoming a Bushie rubber stamp. singing to Rodgers & Hart's "The Lady Is A Tramp" (I've wined and dined on Mulligan stew and never wished for turkey) Synopsis What's been behind his hullabaloo and maverick malarkey? Now that we find people fleeing from a Clinton matriarchy Why'd McCain be risking all On prospects that look bad? He's the victim of a party And a Bushie who've been had By a problem they did not foresee, Which Democrats applaud with unseemly glee. Sad Refrain I John loved to party and then fabricate Notes from his Daddy to let him sleep late, But nearly managed to not graduate. Sure clues he'd be a rubber stamp. A lousy pilot, obsessed with B-girls, He wasn't looking for who knits and perls, Just those whose Dads were beer barons or earls. More clues he'd be a rubber stamp. He found a blonde, brash heiress somewhere With cash to spare. He lies – she buys Lobbyists to serve as his aides-de-camp So the old man's a rubber stamp. Sad Refrain II A sorry figure each time that he crashed, Each an occasion for his getting smashed, Exploits he'd rather were never rehashed Now he's a Bushie rubber stamp. He won't revisit most judgements he's made, An early sponsor of more Chalabi aid – The Navy Captain who got Senators laid – Great duty for a rubber stamp. But then he finds, like, out of nowhere McClellan's there – Rat fink – no ink – Been had with no pad; and in the wrong camp, He's just a dried out rubber stamp.
Music by Richard Rodgers |