THE LAND of COTTON
(dedicated to the memory of OKJimm)
Oh, I wish I lived where young Tom Cotton
Ran the show, and D’Rats rotten
Stayed away! Stayed away!
From destroying our Land.
In the lovely land where I was born in
Early on a bright spring mornin’
We held sway! We held sway!
O’er the fate of our land
Oh I wish that young Tom Cotton
Held sway! Held sway!
Then I’d go to bed and rest my head
And not feel misbegotten.
No way! No way!
Should that damned fool Obama
Run anything bigger than a shoe shine stand
Reject, Barack Obama!
(To be sung to the tune of Dixie, in case you hadn’t figured that out for yourself.)