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What The Heck You Spect Of Me? Being sung by John McCain to the tune "I Ain't Got Nobody" (I ain't got nobody, nobody cares for me.) I don't know from nothin', Like militarily. Sure, I became a pilot, Like voluntarily. I fly 'em, I crash 'em, I end up in jail – Does that make me Napoleon or a Grimm fairy tale? I don't know from nothin' – What the heck you spect of me? I don't know from nothin', Like economic'lly. When I get out of jail, I live like frugally, Until I dump my wife and quickly marry money. Now, financially, I depend upon my honey. I don't know from nothin' – What the heck you spect of me? I don't know from nothin' – Bush politics is me` To his infallibility Add my seniority. We fly-boys can't be bothered 'bout some Bear Stearns Chase sub-prime; Our flight suits get our kissers on the cover of Time. I don't know from nothin' – What the heck you spect of me?
Music by Spencer Williams To 'McCain's Military Experience' To 'McCain's Voting Ploys' |