The Ballad of Gilligan's
Pile
(Based on The Ballad
of Gilligan's Island )
Just sit right back and you'll hear a tale,
A tale of some hateful shit,
That started from a Texas town,
Where lived a mighty twit.
His mate was a lying PR man,
A slippery, craven whore.
Five Justice said Heil that day,
You're free now to fuhr, free now to fuhr.
Now whether it was really tough,
Or if the path was paved,
If not for the bumbling of this reckless crew,
The towers might be saved, the towers might be saved.
The shit slapped down when the Jersey Girls made them investigate ...
L'il Gilligan,
On Skipper's lap,
Oil millionaire... Condi Rice,
Still sleazy Karl,
Does his best,
To sell us Gilligan's Pile.
Now, The Closing Tune
So this is the tale of the Simian,
And his fam'ly's reign of crime,
They've taken all the best of things,
(But, uhm, you know, it's, uh, hard work,
very, very hard work ... I mean, uhhh, it's hard. You know?)
The Cokehead and the Skipper too,
Have to their very best,
Made Halliburton comfortable,
In their tropic island nest.
Cell phones, cool lights, big motor cars,
Keep them in luxury,
While US citizens foot the bill,
As gullible as can be.
So join us now and vote my friends,
It sure gives me a smile,
To know that we can castaway,
This stinking Gilligan's Pile.
(With thanks toGeorge
Wyle and Sherwood Shwartz)
(And thanks for the concept from Dr. Zombie of marijuana.com and also Robin Williams)
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