Nancy P. (Song Parody)

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Nancy P. (to the tune of “Dancing Queen“)

You’re a dunce, you can jive, having Time repeat your lies,
See that, girl? Magazines, diggin’ the Nancy P.?

Fright Night and the bar is low
Looking out for a placebo
Where they play left music, giving everything
You come in to look for a king

Anybody could be that guy
Voters young, Democrats are high
With your bitter-wreck musings, everything is fine
We’re in the mood for a dunce
And if you seize their guns…

You are the Nancy P.:
“Jung-Un’s sweet,”
I.Q. of seventeen
Nancy P.,
Feel defeat
From the Trump routine
You’re a dunce, you can jive, you’ll never do time all your life
See that grrrl, watch the screen, diggin’ the Nancy P.

You want Dreamers, you turn ’em on
Leave cities burning and then you’re gone
Looking out for another, any one will do
We’re in the mood for a dunce
And if you get their guns…

You are the Nancy P.:
“Jung-Un’s sweet,”
I.Q. seventeen
Nancy P.,
Feel defeat
From the Trump routine
You’re a dunce, but you can thrive, having the time of your life
See that girl, watch ’em scream, diggin’ the Nancy P.

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  1. mmm… how about:

    I don’t want Perp Walks . . .
    About things we’ve gone through
    Though it’s hurting me
    Now it’s mystery

    I’ve played all my cards
    And that’s what you’ve done too
    Nothing more to say
    No more aides to play

    The winner takes it all
    Pelosi’s standing tall
    She has the victory
    That’s her destiny

    I’d disarm your arms
    Thinking she’d gets stronger
    Figured it made sense
    Building me no wall

    But building her own base
    Thinking she’d be strong, too
    But she was a nutcase
    Playing to therubes

    Obama throw the dice
    Minds as cold as ice
    And someone we don’t hear
    More surveillance, dear

    Weiner choked it all
    The loser had to fall {roll Sept. 11, 2011, video here}
    It’s simple and it’s plain
    Why shouldn’t I complain?

    But tell me does he recuse?
    Like you used to see ’em?
    Will he not excuse
    When he calls at three a.m.?

    Somewhere deep inside
    You must know I hate you
    But what can I say?
    Rules must be obeyed

    The judges will decide
    The likes On Twitter abide
    Spectators of Oprah’s show
    Always staying low

    The game is on again
    Monica was just a friend
    A big thing or a small
    The weiner takes it all

    I don’t want perp walks
    If it makes you feel sad
    And I understand
    You’ve come to sheik my land

    I apologize
    If it makes you feel bad
    Seeing me so tense
    No public confidence . . .

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  2. Why does it seem I can’t always do a long post?

    My, my, they’re flingin’ Poo, you know they’ll never surrender
    Oh yeah, they won’t accept their destiny in any possible way.
    The playbook on their self
    Will always keep repeating itself.

    Flingin’ Poo – They were defeated, we won the war
    Flingin’ Poo – Promise to fight us for ever more.
    Flingin’ Poo – wouldn’t stop if they wanted to.
    Flingin’ Poo – Knowing their play will keep them losing elections too.
    Flingin’ Poo – All they got left is Flingin’ Poo.

    My, my, they tried to hold us back but we were stronger.
    Oh yeah, but they, it seems, will never give up the fight.
    And now they must all throw refuse.
    Or else their base they will lose.

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  3. Flingin’ Poo – They were defeated we won the war
    Flingin’ Poo – Promise to fight us for ever more.
    Flingin’ Poo – wouldn’t stop if they wanted to.
    Flingin’ Poo – Knowing their fate is losing elections too.
    Flingin’ Poo – All they got left is Flingin’ Poo.

    They know they must throw smelly refuse
    Or else their base they will lose.

    Flingin’ Poo – They were defeated we won the war
    Flingin’ Poo – Promise to fight us for ever more.
    Flingin’ Poo – wouldn’t stop if they wanted to.
    Flingin’ Poo – Knowing their fate is losing elections too.
    Flingin’ Poo – All they got left is Flingin’ Poo.

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