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Hornpipe For A Horny Mac Old Mac brags about his seafaring credentials to Irving Berlin's "A Couple Of Swells" (We're a couple of swells; we stop at the best hotels) We Macs are bred as tars, Navigating by the stars, A compass and an astrolabe, And the raunchiest of bars. At sea's where we excel, Far removed from a sense of smell, Where if someone's prostate leaks, There's no one around to tell. But my somebody got it in her head This sailor's life should not be spent in bed. She says if I'm elected, 'Twill be a feather in her cap; Thinks she'll enjoy the respite of A Salt-free, solo nap. Says the tool to get elected Is Phil Gramm's thinking cap So when Bushie's jailed for torture, We can help him beat the rap. So I'm learning more geografy Which I still find hard to spell, Though I did a little Google But my Google couldn't tell. And when I typed "Iraqi Borders", I didn't get a map; Just a bookstore taking orders That Bush will wiretap. But when this Old Salt's elected, Yes, when this Old Salt's elected, Dole will help me dazzle Cindy In what she thought would be a nap.
Music & Original Lyric by Irving Berlin To 'McCain's Military Experience' To 'McCain's Voting Ploys' |