Monday, August 28, 2006

George Allen's Blues (aka 'The Macaca Song')

(sung to the tune of 'The Rapper,' for those of you old enough to remember)

There goes that darkie, he's stealing my car keys
No wait, he's just taping one of my campaign stops
Watch while I taunt him, it'll be big fun
What can he do? Cry for help, Call the cops?

Mac-a-mac-a-mac
He called him 'macaca'
Crack crack crack
But he's just a cracker

Welcome to my state, isn't it just great
To be living for free and collecting welfare
You say you were born here and your name is Siddartha?
The borders would be closed now if I had my way

Mac-a-mac-a-mac
He called him 'macaca'
Crack crack crack
But he's just a cracker

My dad coached the Redskins, he was a big man
A friend of Dick Nixon with connections galore
And plenty of money. In what other country
Can a ofay like me be called Senator?

Mac-a-mac-a-mac
He called him 'macaca'
Crack crack crack
But he's just a cracker

The White House was calling, but my numbers are falling
That job should have been mine by 2009
Now that brown monkey, Webb's video flunky,
Has screwed me big time out of my destiny

Mac-a-mac-a-mac
He called him 'macaca'
Crack crack crack
But he's just a cracker

1 Comments:

Anonymous Ruth Griffioen said...

I was sure somebody must have written a good macaca song, and you certainly did, thanks! Here's another bit of song for George Allen: As we savored today's headlines about the Virginia senate race, we thought back to the macaca incident that presaged Allen's political implosion, and remembered a line from the end of a stanza of the hymn "A Mighty Fortress is Our God" (Martin Luther, 1529):
'The prince of darkness grim / We tremble not for him;
His rage we can endure. / For lo! his doom is sure---
ONE LITTLE WORD SHALL FELL HIM."

1:02 PM  

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