A little while ago, Randi and the Crew were singing along to "Stray Cat Strut" coming into or out of a break and were having fun with it (so nice to hear Randi having fun with her friends!) and it got me singing along to that nostalgic ditty. Except that I kept improvising the line "Straight Talk Strut, I'm a Mav-er-ick..." as if John McCain were singing the song. It stuck with me for a while, until I had to pen the damn thing...so here it is. It's all in fun, people.
STRAIGHT TALK STRUT
Oooh, Oooh, Oooh, Oooh,
Talkin' up some straight talk, ridin' on the train
All the Fox pundits love ol' John McCain
I talk truth, I don't talk jive
Get my Ferragamo's from Ro-de-o Drive
Straight Talk Strut, I'm a mav-er-ick
I'm a scrappy little fighter, not primed and slick
The Liberals keep on sayin' "I'm a mean old man"
Take my talking points from the Rove-i-ans
Yeah, don't cross their paths!
I don't bother with new technologies
Just point me to "the button" and I'll bomb what I like
Prove my patriotism with an offensive strike
Cruisin' K-Street while the lobbyists cry,
"Wild John McCain, you're our kinda guy!"
I wish I could look less helpless and frail
But I spent five years in a Vietnamese jail.
I don't bother with technicalities
Don't ask me 'bout my mansions 'cause I haven't a clue
I leave that to the lawyers of wife number two
Flippin' ideas while the media cats sigh,
"Wow, John McCain, you're such a regular guy!"
Yet I wish I could look less helpless and frail
But I spent five years in a Vietnamese jail.