-- -Time flies like the wind. Fruit flies like a banana. Stranger things have - -happened but none stranger than this. Does your driver's license say Organ -Donor?Black holes are where God divided by zero. Listen to me! We are all- -individuals! What if this weren't a hypothetical question? steveo at syslang.net
---------- Forwarded message ---------- Date: Mon, 2 Jun 2003 09:24:57 EDT From: [EMAIL PROTECTED] To: [EMAIL PROTECTED] Subject: Lyric This is the song we heard at Wolf Trap this weekend when we saw A Prairie Home Companion. The self-selecting leftie audience went wild! JOHN ASHCROFT AND THE 'SPIRIT OF JUSTICE' By Tom Paxton (From an idea furnished by Anne Hills) John Ashcroft went to meet the press He faced the microphones. His heart was full of righteousness His voice like God's trombones. But then he saw the statue That was set behind him there. She was 'The Spirit of Justice' Yes, but one of her breasts was bare. John Ashcroft looked with horror At this gleaming marble globe. It thrust itself upon him >From a loosely falling robe. It was so hard to concentrate On those he there accused With that marble breast behind him, Poor John Ashcroft got confused. Each time he saw that marble breast The poor man was appalled, He quickly gave the order And a curtain was installed. Now when he makes a statement You can see him on the tube He has curtained off the statue But you'll still see one big boob. ©2002 Pax Music, ASCAP To unsubscribe, send email to [EMAIL PROTECTED] with body "unsubscribe man-bytes-dog" (the subject is ignored).
