It’s been way too long since we had a puerile Christmas song parody around here

previous entry in this series here, and yes, “series” means it’s not over yet, sorry

Said the right wing to the GOP
Do you see what we need?
In a nominee, GOP
We decreed, will you heed?
A star, a sta-a-ar
At least in his own mind
Alternates between mean and unkind
Proof that wanking will not make you blind

Said the GOP to the would-be king
Do you hear what we hear?
List’ning to the news, would-be king
Dittos to what we hear!
Your polls, your po-o-olls
High’r than we did think
We’re too stupid to forecast they’ll sink
Or to see that, as nom, you would stink

Said the would-be king to the sitting prez
Do you know what I know?
In your oval digs, Mister Prez
Kenya guess what I know?
This land, this la-a-and
Is clamoring for me
Won’t get called on my hypocrisy
In this wormhole back to ‘93

Said the prez to the worried Democrats
Listen, lend me your ears
Pray for Newt, worried Democrats
Let me be ve-RY clear
Gingrich, Gingri-i-ich
His head? Yo, that’s no moon
I can’t lose in a run ‘gainst this goon
And he looks sort of like a Plymptoon

Gingrich, Gingri-i-ich
A comeback? There’s a chance—
If the Macarena’s your dance
And you miss wearing loud Hammer pants

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Superb! And extra credit for the Bill Plympton gag.

Comment by Xecky Gilchrist on 12/20/11 at 08:15 PM

“Gingrich sits at the center of the universe . . .”

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Comment by Bob Stanley on 12/20/11 at 09:44 PM

Simply fabulous, Gil!

Comment by Oblomova on 12/20/11 at 09:55 PM

And he looks sort of like a Plymptoon

Good Lord! When you see that, you realize his face looks like
it would actually absorb your fist! Kind of like a sofa cushion sucking down keys, popcorn, small children…

Comment by knittingbull on 12/21/11 at 12:36 AM

Bravo! So much win! I like the ‘90’s nostalgia:

Gingrich, Gingri-i-ich
A comeback? There’s a chance—
If the Macarena’s your dance
And you miss wearing loud Hammer pants

Why, that he’s seriously running for president is exactly as if he never was a disgraced former speaker of the house who dodged over 200 ethics complaints to have to settle one to the tune of $300K and was forced out of party leadership by his own guys! Aaaahh, takes me back to when he was relevant because he was and not because pundits pretended he still was—who let the dawgs out?

Oh, Gingrich did—Woof, Woof, Woof.

Comment by Vixen Strangely on 12/21/11 at 01:05 AM

“Gingrich sits at the center of the universe . . .”

That explains a lot

that amorphous blight of nethermost confusion which blasphemes and bubbles at the center of all infinity—the boundless daemon sultan Gingrich, whose name no lips dare speak aloud, and who gnaws hungrily in inconceivable, unlighted chambers beyond time and space amidst the muffled, maddening beating of vile drums and the thin monotonous whine of accursed dogwhistles