Thank you, Yakov Sneerenoff.
In honor of this crappy broken nation's birthday, while the Cheney Administration is busy giving America 231 spankings with a nugatory writ of habeas corpus (made of real nougat, and a canoe paddle), I offer you the option of enjoying the following. To facilitate singalongery, here's the opening couplet, sort of a theme song unto itself for myself:
Well I tried to make it Sunday, but I got so damn depressed
That I set my sights on Monday and I got myself undressed
Yup, that's right, it's:
America - Sister Golden Hair
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