[To the tune of the Beatles’ “I Dig a Pony”]

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I . . I . . . I
Smell a phony.
Well, Libs can celebrate anything they want
Yes, Libs can celebrate anything they want
Oh . . .

They
Do a road show
Where they can denigrate any sense you show
Yes, they can denigrate any sense you show
On the Late Show

“Screw Amendment Two!
Everything has got to be just like we want it to!”
Because

I’m sick of Blue Dogs
Well, they would legislate every move you make
Yes, they would legislate every breath you take
Oh now:

They don’t say they’re sorry
Well, they can implicate everyone, you know
Yes, they can implicate everyone you know
I told you so

“All your wants, times two!
Everything has got to be just like you want it to!”
Because . . .

Oh, now:
My, my my:
Which way does the wind blow?
Well, you can predicate everything on that, you see
Yes, you can predicate everything on that, you see
Oh now:

They . . . wrote a story
Where they can syndicate any bull they wrote
Yeah, they can syndicate all the bull they wrote
To help you vote

“All ruled by The View!
Everything, and say you like it too!”
Because . . .

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