To the tune of Friends in Low Places
Blame it all my roots
I don’t give a hoot
About his extramarital affairs
Where he might go
Or who he might blow
Or what illegal things he might dare
I can’t be surprised
By all of his lies
‘Cuz we know they’re all just the same
For it’s me and you
They’re going to screw
But I can’t bring myself to complain
For Congressmen I’ve got low standards
I can’t believe a word their mouth utters
No word they say
But that’s okay
All of them are elitist bastards
Making us slaves to government masters
For Congressmen, I’ve got low standards
They cheat on their taxes
And grab women’s asses
So how, can we expect more?
We’ll only get new
Corrupt yahoos
If we show these guys to the door
So the devil we know
Is running the show
And apathy is all I can feel
As they mortgage my
Future in order to pay
For a Roosevelt style New Deal
For Congressmen I’ve got low standards
I can’t believe a word their mouth utters
No word they say
But that’s okay
All of them are elitist bastards
Making us slaves to government masters
For Congressmen, I’ve got low standards
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BWAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHA that is a great post. The grabing their asses part had me on the floor. I'm so glade to hear your stong opinions on my blog and yours. It's good to hear a stong womens thoughts. Don't let the libs scare you on my blog and feel free to have fun with it.
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