Diary

Evita Pelosi (on her balcony after the 2010 elections)

Sung to the tune of “Don’t cry for me Argentina”
It won’t be easy
You’ll think me strange
When I try to explain how I feel
That I’ll still spend your cash
After all that I’ve done
You won’t believe me
All you will see
I’m a girl on Botox
Although I’m dressd up to the nines
You will never see me on FOX

I had to let it happen
I had to change
Couldn’t stay looking sixty years old
Manaquin in the window
Staying out of the sun
I took your freedom
Sneaking around forcing my HealthCare through
But nothing impressed you at all
I never expected it too

Don’t cry for me San Francisco
The truth is I never heard you.
All through my lying
My mad expenses
You tightened your belts
I kept pretenses.

And as for fortune and as for fame
They’re all I ever cared about
Though I said it was you
They were all I desired
You are illusions
I had the solutions
To get rid of you
The answer was taxes and pain
And Government Option… or jail

Don’t cry for me San Francisco.

Don’t cry for me San Francisco
The truth is I never heard you.
All through my lying
My mad expenses
You tightened your belts
I kept pretenses.

Have I said too much?
Damn, this might all wind up on YouTube and RedState
But I know what to do
The Fairness Doctrine will
Help me take care of you.

Don’t cry for me San Francisco.