[High Praise! to Oppo]
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.
I congratulate you sir on your promotion. Well played.
Whhh— ? This was a throw-away. I didn’t know it would even ever register . . Harvey never warned me. . .. I. . . . I . . . don’t know who . . . Harvey’s been so . . . . the things he’s done . . … Harvey .. … Thank you.
No red-blooded Westerner will get this song (with some improvements) out of their mind for the rest of the night!
Luckily I’m in the Eastern time zone then.
mmm… how about:
Editorail note to stanza 8:
Say, does she remain
Something from a museum?
Will she not complain
When she’s called at three a.m.?
You know when you keep parodying off ABBA things can get ugly.
Yep .
I’m curious to see what Oppo will do with Waterloo
Well. my first instinct would be to call Washington
“What A Loo”!
Well…let’s hope he has better luck with Waterloo than Napoleon had.
Flingin’ Poo
THey’ll be defeated, they’ll lose the war.
Flingin’ Poo
Promises unkept forevermore
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.
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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