A Quick One, 'cause he's a wank

(Apologies to the Who)

Novak's been quiet
For nearly three years
He was to write yesterday
But he ain’t clear


Novak’s been quiet
For nigh on three years
His column of yesterday
Was still in arrears

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In D.C. your lying is a well-known thing
Your bi-weekly is very well known, hollow it rings
Your columns very famous for the little pearls
Whose travesties can explain this fucked up world

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Fa la la la la la
Fa la la la la
Fa la la la la la
Fa la la la la

We have a remedy
You’ll appreciate
You're so full of shit
It's far too late

We’ll bring you undercover things
Help pass your time
We’ll give him a noc's name
Why would we lie to you?

Fa la la la la la
Fa la la la la
Fa la la la la la
Fa la la la la
Fa la la la la la
Fa la la la la la

We have a remedy
Fa la la la la la la
We have a remedy
Fa la la la la la la
We have a remedy
Fa la la la la la la
We have a remedy
Fa la la la la la la

(spoken)
We have a remedy.
We have!

Little Bob, why don’t you stop your lying?
I’m gonna make you feel all right

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My name is Karl R.
I’m an Chimpy driver

I know her well
I know why you feel blue
’Cause she’s his wife
She’ll be exposed to you

Joe Wilson exposed us
He ain’t no liar, but why bother
So let’s have a column for the old Chimpy driver
So let’s have a column for the old Chimpy driver

Please take this leak
Come make a call to me
We’ll sort it out
In 500 words, maybe

It’ll come right
You ain’t no fool, I ain’t either
So let’s have a column for the old Chimpy driver
500 words for an old Chimp driver
500 words for an old Chimp driver

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We’ll soon be out
We’ll soon be out
We’ll soon
We’ll soon, soon, soon be out

We’ll soon be out
We’ll soon be out
We’ll soon
We’ll soon, soon, soon be out

Come on, old whores

Soon be out
Soon be out
Soon
We’ll soon, soon, soon be out

We’ll soon
We’ll soon, soon, soon be out

We’ll soon be out
Soon be out ...

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Plame, Plame, Plame, Plame, Plame, Plame, Plame, Plame,

K-lo, K-Lo, K-Lo, K-Lo, K-Lo, K-Lo
K-lo, K-Lo, K-Lo, K-Lo, K-Lo, K-Lo
K-lo, K-Lo, K-Lo, K-Lo, K-Lo, K-Lo
K-lo, K-Lo, K-Lo, K-Lo, K-Lo, K-Lo

I can’t believe it
Did my lies deceive me?
Where's my kick back on arms?
Creatin' new harm?

It’s like a dream to be with you again
Can’t believe that I’m with you again

I outed you and I must admit
I wrote that colum, am full of shit
On the Chimpy driver’s lap
And later with him, had a nap

You are forgiven, you are forgiven, you are forgiven ... (ad lib)

You are forgiven