Seventy-six iPhones Assessing campaign promises from little Johnny McCain while singing to Meredith Willson's "Seveny-six Trombones" (Seventy-six trombones led the big parade) Seventy-six iPhones head McCain's charade. While a hundred and ten death threats tip his hand, Followed by droves and droves Of bankers who'll foreclose On occupied Iraqis he'll command. Seventy-six iPhones and yet not a one Will motivate a harem dancer's belly or behind. Their Halliburton batteries Were resold to the Vietnamese When Johnny had another change of mind. He'll let Exxon-Mobil swallow up Bush-Rice-Blackstone. Making sure that Condi Rice is Bushie's CEO. Otherwise the Kurds could once again be overthrown Without those price supports for poppies he'll veto. The IRS will be acquired by UBS While Secretary Gramm is keeping score. Just about then's when Johnny'll spring his big surprise The Democratic Congress will agree to mind the store. Seventy-six iPhones he's too old to use, But his order to dissemble's loud and clear. Plan to hum along While he touts his latest song So Exxon-Mobil stockhilders can cheer. Seventy-six iPhones that no one can hear With a hundred and ten death threats from the Swiss Ev'ry year they'll add a base So that Bushie can save face And their greed for mortgage loans won't seem amiss.
Music & Original Lyric by Meredith Willson |