The Day That Fitzmas Died
I was a lone mid-thirties ne'er do wellGo read the whole thing!
In my Mommy's basement on her old-school Dell
But I could have sworn I was in Hell
The day that Fitzmas died
I started singin':
Don't cry, Ms. American Spy
We'll get Libby for his fibby
And then Cheney will fry
And that smirking chimp will finally wave us goodbye
Singin', this'll be the day donkeys fly
This'll be the day donkeys fly ...