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O Holy Right, Your stars will be indicted. You are the source of much mirth. Yours was a world of sinful Scotch golf outings, Till Abramoff squealed and now Leavenworth. Those slipp'ry slopes – Those years of wrongful choices – Now ponder fears of incarceration – Bend over, please, Ignore those inner voices. The boys are in line – Hold tight, you'll be just fine, O Right Divine, O Right, O Right, divine!
Music & Original Lyric - Traditional To 'Co-conspirators - DeLay' |