The Bishop and the Butterfly: Murder, Politics, and the End of the Jazz Age

    Sung to the Tune of Barracuda

    By Ripper on Tue, 09/09/2008 - 3:26pm |
    Per a post here yesterday (can't remember which), I entered a web site's Sarahcuda competition for the best rewrite of Heart's "Barracuda" lyrics. However, I seem to be the only entry there. So maybe this site will have more active songwriters.

    Here's mine. Now post a comment and top it.

    Sarahcuda

    Go talk to the press
    Strut your finesse — in boots
    Don't sit on your caboose
    You say it's fun
    Shooting a gun
    Making hay — with the NRA.

    You played for earmarks, yes I know
    But now you say they gotta go
    Got your lies down down down down to an art
    Ain't it true, Sarahcuda?

    Now you vacillate
    Wasilla ate — your moose
    But you can't kill the news
    Bridge to Nowhere
    Money to spare
    Your mind — changed in time.

    If the truth won't get you the vote
    Just read your Trooper-gate Cliff note
    You gotta burn burn burn burn emails you wrote
    Ooooooooh, Sarahcuda!

    Oil me, oil you, BP, Exxon
    Agent of change, fired Monegan
    You...can hold your breath till you're blue.

    One short day of midnight sun
    Slap-shooting hockey Mom
    Biden will kick your finesse — nothing less!

    If the truth won't get you the vote
    Just read your Trooper-gate Cliff note
    You gotta burn burn burn burn emails you wrote
    Ooooooooh, Sarah, Sarahcuda!