Jessie's Balls?

From a nameless drudge who slogs in the cubes of the Few, the Proud, the Journalists, comes this cover of Rick Springfield...

Hiding down there in the Flash Traffic/Extended Entry.

With full apologies to Rick Springfield...

Jessie is a friend

Yeah, I know he’s been a good friend of mine

But lately something’s changed that ain’t hard to define

Jessie’s got himself new friends and they’re lying all the time

Moonbats are watchin’ him on that blog

And they’re lovin’ him in that uniform, I just know it

And he’s holding up their hopes late, late at night

You know I wish that I had Jessie’s balls

I wish that I had Jessie’s balls

How can he keep a straight face like that?

Won’t play along with the charade

Can’t even put his beret on right

You know I feel so dirty when they start talkin’ war

He wasn’t anywhere near Fallujah or even Tal-Afar.

And moonbats are watchin’ him on that blog

And they’re eating up those lies, I just know it

And they’re wishing he was real, late, late at night

You know I wish that I had Jessie’s balls

I wish that I had Jessie’s balls

How can he keep a straight face like that?

And I’m lookin’ online all the time

Wonderin’ why they won’t believe in me

And I’ve been honest, I’ve been cool with the lines

Ain’t that the way truth’s supposed to be

You know I wish that I had Jessie’s balls

I wish that I had Jessie’s balls

I want Jessie’s balls

Where can I find brass balls like that

And who says they don't have a sense of humor...?

Heh. And gee, Greyhawk, I at least asked permission...!