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...!
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