Sung to the tune of "Crying" by Roy Orbison

You've had no rights... for a while...
9-1-1's been a while.
My new laws then took flight;
I rule our land so tight.
Freedoms dropped, as I said "No"
I told my snoops, "Do well... but do not tell."
On you, they're spy-y-y-ing.
Yes, it's true.
Spy-y-y-ing... yes, it's true
Those who said I'm wrong
Have no standing, 'cause I condone...
Condone more spying...
Spying... spying... spy-ing;
My war time powers... are grand;

I first denied... that it was true.
But, it's true... so, screw you.
I'd love more Mideast war, with the press as whore.
Stop snarling, or you, I'll screw-ew...
If you don't love me...
I'll have my... snoops see...
Spy-y-y-ing... spyin' on you...
Spy-y-y-ing... spyin' on you...
Your rights are gone.
And from... this moment on...
Want more spying...
Spying... spying... spy-ing...
Spy...ing.
More... spy...ing.

Posted 1:01 AM by Boot
http://bootnewt.blogspot.com/

:-)

Thanks for the chuckles -- thanks for posting this cat! :hug:

A :hug: to you. :hi:

thanks! ;-)

:pals: :hug: :loveya:

Woooooo!

:applause:

:7

...right after

My war time powers... are grand;

which seems to be the first phrase of that section of the tune from which the original words are

It's hard to understand
How the touch of your hand
Can start me crying.

ON EDIT: I see, from the original site, that the actual words are

My war time powers... are grand;
It's my crutch... for command.
War got me spying.

By the way, everyone should check out that site for lots of song parodies.

I commented in another thread that DH has been known to call home from London to talk to our cats. I hope whomever's monitoring the conversations has enjoyed it.

:woohoo:

Julie
president for life of the PFEB