Where’s Tina Turner?

Have I got a song for her!


You must understand that his fat pudgy hand pulls the puppet strings

That he gets a big thrill out of making a kill without touching things

Hypocritical

It’s political

You must try to ignore that it’s Rove who makes kings

Oh oh oh

What’s Rove got to do, got to do with it?

What’s Rove but an evil man in motion?

What’s Rove got to do, got to do with it?

He’s got no heart, so his heart can’t be broken

It may seem to you that you’re feeling confused when you read the news

If you tend to look glazed, you’re probably fazed by the pundits’ views

There’s a name for it–

It’s right-wing bullshit

But whatever they say, this is no time to snooze

Oh oh oh

What’s Rove got to do, got to do with it?

What’s Rove but an evil man in motion?

What’s Rove got to do, got to do with it?

He’s got no heart, so his heart can’t be broken

Time to get up and reclaim your nation

And throw him in jail

Drag his carcass to the police station

And don’t let them give him bail!

Oh oh oh

What’s Rove got to do, got to do with it?

What’s Rove but a sick, outdated notion?

What’s Rove got to do, got to do with it?

He’s got no heart, so his heart can’t be broken

Hat tip to Doc at Mike Malloy’s board for posting Robert Parry’s excellent piece.

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