(Woulda linked this instead of quoting it, but Althouse doesn’t have her comment permlink anchors enabled.  So, in all its glory...)

Quayle said...

Gimme an F!
F!
Gimme an I!
I!
Gimme an S!
S!
Gimme an K!
K!
What's that spell ?
FISK!
What's that spell ?
FISK!
What's that spell ?
FISK!

Yeah, come on all of you young rich men,
Uncle Sam needs your help again.
He's got himself in a terrible mess
Spendin’ too much on the tonsil-express
So give up your freedom and cough up your cash,
We're gonna have health in a flash.

And it’s one, two, three,
What are we paying for ?
Don’t ask me, I don’t give a damn,
Next stop: insurance scam;
And it’s five, six, seven,
Open up the money gates,
Well there ain’t no time to wonder why,
Whoopee! We’re all gonna buy.

Well, come on doctors, let’s move fast;
Your big chance has come at last.
Gotta go out and black the red —
The only good patient is the one who’s dead
And you know that tumor can only be cured
If every last stiff is fully insured.

And it's one, two, three,
What are we paying for ?
Don’t ask me, I don’t give a damn,
Next stop: insurance scam;
And it’s five, six, seven,
Open up the money gates,
Well there ain’t no time to wonder why,
Whoopee! We’re all gonna buy.
Huh!

Well, come on Wall Street, don't move slow,
Why man, this is Obama-go-go.
There’s plenty good money to be lost
By giving the unions a chance to boss,
Just hope and pray if the firm still tanks
They haven’t already killed the banks.

And it's one, two, three,
What are we paying for ?
Don’t ask me, I don’t give a damn,
Next stop: insurance scam;
And it’s five, six, seven,
Open up the money gates,
Well there ain’t no time to wonder why,
Whoopee! We’re all gonna buy.

Well, come on mothers throughout the land,
Insure your children with Uncle Sam.
Come on fathers, don't hesitate,
Get ‘em covered before it's too late.
When gran-mom takes her very last breath,
Give your thanks to the panel of death.

And it’s one, two, three,
What are we paying for ?
Don’t ask me, I don’t give a damn,
Next stop: insurance scam;
And it’s five, six, seven,
Open up the money gates,
Well there ain’t no time to wonder why,
Whoopee! We’re all gonna buy.

11/6/09 8:27 PM

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