O Crooked Town of Washington
sung to the tune of O Little Town of Bethlehem
O crooked town of Washington,
How oft we see thee lie.
Above thy full and endless bull,
The simple truth goes bye;
Yes in thy dark streets lurketh,
The everlasting Left.
The hopes and fears of all the years,
Are left in thee bereft.
Barack is born of Stanley,
His healthcare is all awry.
While mortals sleep, NSA keeps,
Their watch of prying eyes.
The cable shows, together,
Proclaim the holy birth,
And praises sing, Obama's king,
Welfare to men on earth.
How silently, how silently,
The progressive tax is laid.
The rich impart the greater part,
So liberals can be paid.
No ear may hear his coming;
But in this world of spite,
Where meek souls will receive him, still,
The taxman takes a bite.
