Don’t Cry For Me Wasilla

 




It won’t be easy, you’ll think it strange

When I try to explain the Bush Doctrine

and the reason I fired Walt Monegan

You won’t believe me

All you will see is a girl you once knew

Wearing lipstick and a flag pin

Shooting wolves and hunting caribou

I wanted it to happen, but then I changed

Couldn’t build that bridge after all

Saying thanks but no thanks

Keeping my earmarks

So I chose Jesus

Banning books, preaching abstinence too

Until my unmarried daughter

Got knocked up in high school  

Don’t cry for me Wasilla

The truth is not as important

As my election

My mad insistence

That Russia’s nearness

Means foreign experience

As for fortune, and as for fame

John McCain invited me in

And it seems to the world they are all I desire

They are illusions

Just like the oil pipeline and energy supply

Polar bears are not endangered

Everything I say is a lie  

Don’t cry for me Wasilla

The truth is not as important

As my election

My mad insistence

That Russia’s nearness

Means foreign experience

Have I lied too much?

There’s nothing more I can think of to say to you

Because my handlers haven’t coached me enough

I can’t give an interview

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  1. I know it doesn’t scan exactly.  Will take suggestions from the peanut gallery.

    (original lyrics)

  2. Still laughing!  Too clever, OTB.  Whadda’ pick up!

    O.K., now I’m going to read the whole thing.

  3. You wrote that, OTB?  Totally clever and true!!!!

    Jolly good job, OTB, and then some!  ðŸ™‚

  4. very, very good.

    • Alma on September 17, 2008 at 06:49

    What you doin’ for an encore?  ðŸ˜‰

  5. And a welcome relief because the stupidest shit has happened at work tonight. I am having one of those night that everybody thinks I am a genius because I am pointing out the obvious.

    Example…..

    Doctor: A patient is coming in for triage….

    Me: What is the name and or patient number…..

    Doctor: I forgot to ask.. and can you get the chart so I can read it before they get here?

    Me: How can I get the chart when I don’t know the name or number of the patient…

    Doctor: Oh. Can you call them?

    Me: Do you have a phone number?

    Doctor: No.

    This would typify the types of conversations I am having tonight.

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