Maverick McCain (by yours truly)
Who's that short and wrinkled guy?
It's Maverick McCain.
Ridin' the trail to Washington,
Millionaires and morons
Donate to his campaign.
Smooth as a box of tacks,
Subtle as a train,
Wild as a retirement home,
Don't let him miss the cue cards,
Or he'll forget his name.
Robber barons ring his bell,
The Bill of Rights can go to hell,
It's all a bunch of slimy liberal lies.
When New Orleans' levees break,
Fuck 'em, have some birthday cake,
Maverick knows how to prioritize.
When it's time to cast your lot,
In November, Maverick's got
A plan to keep Obama's voters down.
Diebold is his backup win, but
Maverick's team won't need it when
The rolls are purged of anyone who's brown.
Who's that old and wrinkled guy?
It's Maverick McCain.
Blowin' hard in Washington
Dittoheads and racists,
Prop up his sad campaign.
Smooth as a mountain range,
Stable as a drain,
Wilder than an apple pie,
Oh shit, the prompter's broken!
Karl, go tell him his name!