Please don't talk to Karl Rove on the phone, Reporters, Jail time could come with his doggy bone. You know that What he says ain't likely to be true. Red's the only color that he'll do. His party Staying 'way from each bad line he feeds you, You could miss his deadly diss and still be free to do Interviews while Judy Miller's gone We'll need folks like you to carry on.
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