9/18/02: A New Song
This song is inspired by very recent events, but not entirely based on them, so no one in particular should feel honored or insulted, particularly if you haven't talked to me in the past week. Anyway, this is meant to be sung to a jaunty tune, so sing it to the jaunty tune of your choice, the jauntier the better. If you know me in real life, I'll sing it to you anytime.
Oh....
Let's feel sorry for the poor asshole
Let's not damn his immortal soul
Let's not feed him to a mountain troll
He's sorrrrrrry.
He didn't mean to cause me pain
And that he did drives him insane
He won't soon do that again
He's sorrrrrrry.
Oh, let's feel sorry for the poor asshole
Let's not damn his immortal soul
Or say it was his entire goal
He's sorrrrrrry.
Watch his eyes all fill with tears
He's never felt so bad in years
But he'll feel better with some beers
He's sorrrrrrry.
Oh, let's feel sorry for the poor asshole
Let's not damn his immortal soul
Or shoot him from a grassy knoll
He's sorrrrrrry.
I'm waiting for his tune to change
And all his facts to rearrange.
It's all my fault, is that not strange?
I'm sorrrrry.
Oh, let's feel sorry for the poor asshole
Let's not damn his immortal soul
Let's leave his balls and his penis whole
He's sorrrrrry.