Rush Limbaugh, referring to his pilonidal cyst, commonly known as a butt boil: "ask me how I got out of going to Vietnam."
Class act, right there. Mocking Michael J. Fox.
A PASSAGE TO CHATTAHOOCHEE
My first stop's in Denny's parking lot,
to invest in Wilma's stash.
The bus boy opens the kitchen door
and throws away some trash.
'Round the corner comes Ms. Cline.
You know how she can cruise.
Pass the box of cabbage over,
receive a thousand "Little Blues."
-chorus-
I'm going to Chattahoochee
aboard the Dittohead Express.
I'll try some detox along the way, but
only to bluff the liberal press.
Time to smash another laptop.
Folks, I burn the midnight oil,
and blame it on persistent pain
From my ingrown, butt-crack boil.
Smoke stains ring my fingertips.
Time to write some preachy crap.
Don't forget to grope the maid, and
check her for a wiretap.
-chorus-
I'm going to Chattahoochee
aboard the Dittohead Express.
I'll only be eight months or so,
but I'll spend it... in a dress?
Inmate: Oooh, white boy, you fine!
(Guitar solo)
Limbaugh: No! Get away - get away from me! What are you doing? What are you doing to me? You can't do that to me! I have a war injury back there. What are you doing?
Don't you know I'm the richest man in Palm Beach County?
But . . . I'm Rush Limbaugh, you . . . no! I am not desirous of you at this time! No! Get away from . . .
What soap?! I'm not picking up any soap! No! What? Squeal like a what? No!
No, you will not get me to squeal like a pig! What - no, no!
Weeeee! Weeeee!
What? No, get away? What? Weeeee! Weeeee!
No, Donovan McNabb - he's a good quarterback. I was only kidding . . .
© 2003, Phil Thompson
Music by Geddy Lee, Alex Lifeson, and Neil Peart.
With hats off to the real Rush, the greatest band in the galaxy