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Parody - Old Witch

The US recently declassified documents in which Nixon and Kissinger called our IG colourful names when her armies ran rings around his favourite Pak. Here's a politically incorrect ditty (slightly modified from Queen), of what IG might have said to him:

Nicky you’re a prez make a big noise
Playin’ with the world actin’ like a big man some day
You got mud on yo’ face
You big disgrace
Kickin’ your CIA all over the place

We will we will rock you
We will we will rock you

Kissy you’re an old man cold man
Whisperin’ in corners gonna piss off the world some day
You got blood on yo’ face
You big disgrace
Sneakin’ your tricks all over the place

We will we will rock you
We will we will rock you

Buddy I’m an old witch sly bitch
Hammerin’ your Pak, gonna make you taste mud some day

You’ll get mud in your face
You big disgrace
Somebody better put you back in your place

We will we will rock you
We will we will rock you

(With apologies to Queen and none to Nixon and Kissinger.)

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