Curse you, Tam!

Okay, so I’m on hold at the moment. We did a trailer shuffle, and now D is waiting for a phone call which means I’m waiting for a phone call, and I’m back in the Lair doing my morning blog crawl, and Tam mentions a name I hate the very sound of, and now I’ve got this awful song in my head. And at the sound of this song, alternate lyrics immediately take hold…

I’m proud to be an American, where my masters say I’m free
And I won’t forget the TSA for gently touching me
And I’ll gladly stand up! Arms and legs spread for my pat-down search
‘Cause there ain’t no doubt that I’m not bad!
Don’t drone me USA!

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One Response to Curse you, Tam!

  1. Bill says:

    Your lyrics are better than his;but his heart was in the right place-ie trying to win a grammy and not be forgotten as a has been.

To the stake with the heretic!