Wednesday, February 04, 2004

Rummy's Blues 

From alert reader MJS:

I'm asked a lot of questions,
I use a lot of words,
There's been times I've said some things
That were strictly for the birds

But now the words escape me
I think I'm losing hold
I'm gonna disappear real soon
And hide in Saddam's hole, boys
I'll hide in Saddam's hole

Saddam's hole, oh, dear brother
Saddam's hole, it calls to me
I shook his hand so long ago
But it's always been his hole for me, boys
It's always been his hole for me.

corrente SBL - New Location
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