A day of infamy has just arrived, A grey old wizard, only one survived
The presidential race it started with seven Today's my day, eleven, eleven, eleven Move over Sexy Taoiseach, There's a new boss in town, Who's certainly not afraid To go on Vincent Brown, That cranky old codger, Sounds like a fart whining, Eleven, eleven, eleven, This day I've been pining. The Whimsical Wizard in The Aras you say, A much better option than Mary, Dana or the Gay, With one wave of my wand, I made them all blush, Gave McGuinness a job, My toilet he'll flush. I hammered the opposition And the fat lady sings, Some think I'm a Hobbit from Lord Of The Rings, So cheer for your Bilbo, from Dublin to Monasterevin, President Michael D Higgins On eleven, eleven, eleven
Mazars and Deutsche Bank could have ended this nightmare before it started. They could still get him out of office. But instead, they want mass death. Don’t forget that.
by seemslikeadream » Thu Mar 01, 2012 8:04 pm 