The Bishop and the Butterfly: Murder, Politics, and the End of the Jazz Age
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    Pajama Man; and Mornin' Joke


    I'm writin me a blog
    I'm the pajama man
    I'm writin' me a blog today
    For we're all in the mood for a good essay
    And everyone's readin all night

    Oh Its nine o'clock on a Saturday
    The regular bloggers start loggin' in
    There's an old man sitting in his leisure clothes
    Makin' love to his keyboard and screen

    He says, man, can you tell me whats new today?
    I'm not really that hard in the know
    And they're lyin' and ranting on cable news
    And I got to find out how it all really goes

    La la la, de de da
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    Chorus:

    I'm writin' me a blog
    I'm the pajama man
    I'm writin' me a blog today
    For we're all in the mood for a good essay
    And everyone's readin' all night

    Now jughead and mika are on again
    She's sluggin down pills like their free
    And Jughead has awoke and is quick with a joke 
    But there's someplace that he'd rather be
    He says, Mike I believe they are killing me.
    As the smile ran away from his face
    The Democrats have just gotten too far
    And the new socialism's such a disgrace

    Oh, la la la, de de da
    La la, de de da da da

    Now these guys in their pj's are funnin me
    They type that I have nothing but tripe
    They don't realize what a gift I am to their TVs
    And I probably will be shunned for life

    And the pajamas are practicing politics
    While us experts are shunned and stoned
    Yes they're pretending they know more than I know
    And its makin me feel pretty low

    Chorus

    Im writin' me a blog
    I'm the pajama man
    I'm writen' me a blog today
    For we're all in the mood for a good essay
    And everyone's readin all right

    There's a lot of good comments for a Saturday
    And the chicken she gives me a smile
    Cause she knows that its the bloggers they've come to read
    To forget about cable for a while
    And the keyboard, it sounds like a telefax
    And the old desk, it smells like a beer
    And they sit at their screens and put news on the air
    And say, cable news, what are you doin here?

    Oh, la la la, de de da
    La la, de de da da da