Crankbait gives me an idea

Our pal R.A. Crankbait rewrote some Steely Dan lyrics to describe the end of the legislative session on the post I put up earlier today. We haven't done a contest for a while, so let's get creative.

Here's what I want you to do: rewrite a song (it doesn't have to be Steely Dan, but a band that cynical provides fine source material) and pen a tale of the legislative session. Here's mine, a rewrite of the Dan's "Black Cow."

In the corner
Of my eye
I saw you in Forepaugh's
And your rates were high
They were high
It was a cryin' disgrace
They went no place

On the counter
By your keys
Was your book of numbers
But no remedies
One of these
Surely will beg bond and borrow
We can't afford tomorrow


I can't cry anymore
While you run around
Break away
Just when it
Seems so clear
That it's
Over now
Take you tax hike plow
And get out of here

Down John Ireland
There you go
Rates are so outrageous
And we told you so
You should know
How all the pros play the game
You change your name

Like a gangster
On the run
You will stagger homeward
Your endorsement won
Tim's the one
Who must make everything right
Talk it out till daylight

I don't care anymore
Why you run around
Go away
Just when it
Seems so clear
That it's
Gone too far
Take your campaign car
And get out of here


Go on and play -- it's fun for the entire family!