In celebration of Fitzmas Day I thought it would be fun if we had some songs to sing. Since this is the first official celebration of Fitzmas Day we're going to have to write our own! The contest is this, take a Christmas song and change the lyrics to be appropriate for this new holiday. I know most of you aren't Plame junkies, so here are a couple links to help you come up with lyrics. Everyone that enters will get 25 Ra Points and the best entry will receive an extra 15 Points for their skill. I'll post my own lyrics in the comments to get things started.
Edit: Most Christmas songs are very simple and repetitive, so I'm not going to give you lots of time on this. My song took me a half hour or something, so I'll give you a week to work on yours. This should be more than enough time for you guys to submit something. I do reserve the right, however, to deny an entry if there's not any work there (such as a submission where the only change is changing all the "Christmases" to "Fitzmases").
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To the tune of "Silver Bells"
Scooter yells, “Go to Hell!”
It's Fitzmas time in the D.C.
Send the fink, to the clink.
Soon it will be Fitzmas day
Fedral courthouse, busy courthouse
With a crowd lined for miles
In the air
There's a feeling of Fitzmas
Bloggers laughing
Pundits gasping
Rove’ll be jailed for a while
And on ev'ry news network you'll hear
Scooter yells, “Go to Hell!”
It's Fitzmas time in the D.C.
Who’s to blame for outing Plame?
Soon it will be Fitzmas day
They’ll say it’s treason
And even Bush I
Said as much in a speech
Rove will hope he won’t meet his Jack Ruby
Bush is unnamed
But he’s still blamed
He’s a conspirator!
Above the polls still dropping
You'll hear
Scooter yells, “Go to Hell!”
It's Fitzmas time in the D.C.
’Twas all a fake. There wasn’t any yellow cake!
Soon it will be Fitzmas day
Scooter yells, “Go to Hell!”
It's Fitzmas time in the D.C.
Send the fink, to the clink.
Soon it will be Fitzmas day...
To the tune of "Jingle Bells"
VERSE 1:
Dashing to the Post
With a scoop that can't be beat
Novak's gonna boast
That Plame's career's deplete
Too bad he'll later claim
That he had not a clue
So let's hold hands and pass the buck; It's Miller's new milleu
CHORUS:
Oh...Miller time, Miller time
We're not talkin' beer
Someone's got a bone to pick
and Judith's gonna hear
Miller time, Miller time
We're not talkin' beer
Oh what fun it is to play
the blame game every year!
VERSE 2:
Let me get this straight
Her man's an agent too
Rove didn't like her date
So she's screwed over too?
No yellow cake was found
Joe Wilson said what's true
Novak and Rove are off scott free
and Wilson's in the pound?!
CHORUS:
Oh...Miller time, Miller time
We're not talkin' beer
Someone's got a bone to pick
and Judith's gonna hear
Miller time, Miller time
We're not talkin' beer
Oh what fun it is to play
the blame game every year!
VERSE 3:
So Novak loses Cred
And Miller's in the Fed
DeLay has shady finances
in prison lays his head
Katrina's wake is dread
Iraq's 2000 dead
But question our fine president and you're a terrorist instead
ALTERNATE CHORUS:
Oh...terrorists! Terrorists!
Plame and Wilson too
They should go to Gitmo
'cause they fought with "W"
Terrorists! Terrorists!
Your neighbor might be one
Isn't being paranoid what makes our lives more fun?
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