Thursday, December 25, 2008

A Blago Christmas carol

A former co-worker of mine, like myself a native of Chicago's southwest suburbs, sent me this twisted Christmas carol, sung to the tune of "God Rest Ye Merry Gentleman."

She moved to Arizona, away from Illinois' graft. But she took her sense of humor with her.

Merry Christmas!

Get packin', Rod Blagojevich
The state's in disarray
The Tribune wants you unemployed
At least by Christmas Day.
The TV pundits want your head
Could there be pay to play?

Oh, tidings of comfort and joy
Save Illinois!
Oh, tidings of comfort and joy.?

Good riddance Rod Blagojevich
Your Elvis look's insane,
The Senate's mad, so's Lisa's dad.
You drive us all insane.
Our transit's broke, the state's a joke,
The Tollway's one big pain.

Oh, tidings of comfort and joy
Save Illinois!
Oh, tidings of comfort and joy.?

Good luck old Rod Blagojevich
The feds have quite a place.
Fitzgerald's poked his nose around
And if he has a case,
George Ryan's moving stuff around
Creating extra space.

Oh, tidings of comfort and joy
Save Illinois!
Oh, tidings of comfort and joy.

I'm wondering how Christmas is working out at the Blagojevich house? Is Patti swearing, and as the Paulie character did on Thanksgiving in the first "Rocky" film, throwing the family turkey out the window?

If you are on Sunnyside Avenue on Chicago's Northwest Side, be on the lookout for a flying roast turkey.

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1 comment:

Jim Roper said...

Jingle Bells Blago smells, Pat
Quinn laid an egg. The Fed mobile
lost it's wheel, but Blago didn't
get away hey.