between the kings of saudi oil
who shell and exxon dare not despoil
and those of wall street's fiscal toil
where betting gainst the working man
guarantee a stocks demand
and desert prince with genrous eye holds court in tents
where gas station cards, shell pay the rent
does the oily hand of GEE H's show
old cia man still in control
pass the id cards but not a fake'n
this way from true americons shake em
you face will now be pre-recorded
and all your flights will now be boarded
arm the pilots, stewardesses too
next to the pillow and the barf bags fun
all passengers now will be given guns
ah for a shoot out in the airy blue
oh what just a day can do
I picture the stewie, tray in her hand
confronted by a wanted man
toss the tray into his face
spins on her arm
and kicks him trace
he rolls across the cart, to a boy scout troop
who truss him up and steal his boots.
his arms behind his back now tied
the bounce him to the choirs' side
who pummel, pillage, then retire
and all those those watching were inspired
then a group of civitan
ask for a few fingers of his hand
but the brownie troop wants his bushy beard
and you shoulda heard,
just what I hear'd
then an old monk, jesuit
gives him twice a goodly kick
and the secretary gets him with her bic
though the pilot and the co-pilot were vying for priority
they submit their decision
to the vote of the majority
some wanted to toss him
right out the door
but a cloister of nuns still wanted some fun
they dragged him back to the airplanes tail
then the rugby team ran him back to the goal
up to the galley, where they banged his head
two or three times, on the oven's lid.
a group of congressional aides in first class
pulled out every hair from his ass
a covey of comedians dove right in,
a left and a right to his nose and his chin
a group of traders down from Duluth
pushed him and mashed him into the roof
some ceiling tiles and an overhead bin
broke when they tried to stuff him in.
but let this be remembered, and never for-gate
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