Hey, we’re back with a first draft of Docudharma’s 12 Days of Christmas. Most of the lyrics have come from Rusty1776 and On The Bus. Take a look and if you have any ideas for making it better, please join in!!! But first…Frank Kelly’s 12 Days of Christmas is just hysterical. I’m laughing as i try to embed this… really and truly… this is great.
and this, holly hocks and ivy, is bizarre…
DOCUDHARMA’s 12 DAYS OF CHRISTMAS… first draft:
On the first day of Christmas, my country gave to me a president free of party affiliation
On the second day of Christmas, my country gave to me Bush’s resignation, and a president free of party affiliation
On the third day of Christmas, my country gave to me reconciliation, Bush’s resignation, and a president free of party affiliation
On the fourth day of Christmas, my country gave to me Netroots celebration, reconciliation, Bush’s resignation, and a president free of party affiliation . . .
On the fifth day of Christmas, my country gave to me a Docudharma nation, Netroots celebration, reconciliation, Bush’s resignation, and a president free of party affiliation
On the sixth day of Christmas, my country gave to me psychiatric evaluations, a Docudharma nation, Netroots celebration, reconciliation, Bush’s resignation, and a president free of party affiliation
On the seventh day of Christmas, my country gave to me a Congressional investigation, psychiatric evaluations, a Docudharma nation, Netroots celebration, reconciliation, Bush’s resignation, and a president free of party affiliation
On the eighth day of Christmas, my country gave to me shocking revelations, a Congressional investigation, psychiatric evaluations, a Docudharma nation, and Netroots celebrations, a reconciliation, Bush’s resignation, and a president free of party affiliation
On the ninth day of Christmas, my country gave to me Cheney’s cross examination, shocking revelations, a Congressional investigation, psychiatric evaluations, a Docudharma nation, and Netroots celebrations, a reconciliation, Bush’s resignation, and a president free of party affiliation
On the tenth day of Christmas, my country gave to me torture repudiation, Cheney’s cross examination, shocking revelations, a Congressional investigation, psychiatric evaluations, a Docudharma nation, and Netroots celebrations, a reconciliation, Bush’s resignation, and a president free of party affiliation
On the eleventh day of Christmas, my country gave to me collective hallucinations, torture repudiation, Cheney’s cross examination, shocking revelations, a Congressional investigation, psychiatric evaluations, a Docudharma nation, and Netroots celebrations, a reconciliation, Bush’s resignation, and a president free of party affiliation
On the twelveth day of Christmas, my country gave to me a Caribbean vacation, collective hallucinations, torture repudiation, Cheney’s cross examination, shocking revelations, a Congressional investigation, psychiatric evaluations, a Docudharma nation, and Netroots celebrations, a reconciliation, Bush’s resignation, and a president free of party affiliation
That’s our wish list for the 12 days of Christmas.
Please forward to Santa.
He’s in Gitmo right now, but they still let him read his mail in between waterboardings.
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don’t rec the pony party, but if you have ideas for improving the DocuDharma version of The Twelve Days of Christmas, please jump in. I’d love to get this final song version floating around the lefty blogosphere. Maybe we’ll shop it around to the Daly Show or convince Stephen to sing song it.
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on my annual holiday bummer attitude, but this helped move it along nicely.
predator drone and there were dead reindeer all over the place.
Fucking Pentagon can’t do anything right . . .
I saw a real live pirate! The lean middleaged man with long flowing hair was riding a Harley, had a stump of a stogie in the corner of his mouth, and sitting on his shoulder was the most beautiful Maccaw parrot with feathers every shade of blue, including indigo, my favorite. The pirate was wearing combat boots, a photographer’s vest and he had tatoos up and down both arms.
As I pulled up to the red light next to this stunning pair, I had a stare down with the parrot. I could have sworn he said “Arrrrrrrrr” to me, but it could have been someone on NPR, could have been a tired, late afternoon audiohallucination.
Anyhow, that experience friggin’ rocked! Who was that bikerman and where was he headed?
Was it nocatz? 😉