Wanted: Commune, Anyone?
Paging Dr. Quinn!
Paging Dr. Quinn!
Wanted: Land within your borders
Wanted: Land within!
Code Blue! Emergency! Stat!
Just ask Bwakfat!
We Left must leave America
We are under mass attack!
Please find us, sir, a commune
where we'll stay free and immune
Please do you hurry, Esquire
for the Right is coming soon
The Chicken she is from your parts
but please don't eat her parts
We offer up instead for you
much celery...and farts
Dick can offer history
I offer histrionics
betwixt us two we both consume
a lot of gin and tonics
The broom can bake and also sweep
And Synch can dance and sing
Jeezus he pretends to sleep
but unions are his thing
Grouch and Stillidealistic
could together school us all
and keep us realistic
as we watch the empire fall
All of us can find a farm
and live on it in peace
We'd live there oh so happily
our troubles they would cease
So can you find a corner
of your country fair and dear
for us to move to peacefully
while staying free and clear
The middle class bills all shall pass
the clever bull dogs roar
I got my reasons for skipping class
and letting eagles soar
And if my poem has lost its sense
I hope that you'll ignore
the names that I've left off the fence
but written on the door
A clique, a knock
a click, a rock
a group that we adore
A brick, a sock
the sick, the crocked
what matters anymore?
We all are one and one for all
in the land of Canuckstan
as long as Quinn will take us in
and let shit not hit the fan
So page the Doctor
Page the Esquire
Page dear Dr. Quinn
Your borders are enticing us
So, darling, let us in
Cuz sense is lost upon us here
and we all got our reasons
for thinking clear is not so clear
and the Right does lean towards treason
Miguel the Peeg is cycling
so Quinn's the last one left
to take us in while we let secession
leave us all bereft
Donal on his bicycle
may meet up with the Peeg
and tell us all when all is safe
and we'll return again
To the land we love and hold so dear
but lost to the Right and the crazed
We'll take a break and then return
to the land of the free and the brave
By then the rest will be Glen Becked
and Limbaughed to perfection
and we can return to wave them off
as they embark on their defection
Paging Dr. Quinn!
Wanted: Land within your borders
Wanted: Land within!
Code Blue! Emergency! Stat!
Just ask Bwakfat!
We Left must leave America
We are under mass attack!
Please find us, sir, a commune
where we'll stay free and immune
Please do you hurry, Esquire
for the Right is coming soon
The Chicken she is from your parts
but please don't eat her parts
We offer up instead for you
much celery...and farts
Dick can offer history
I offer histrionics
betwixt us two we both consume
a lot of gin and tonics
The broom can bake and also sweep
And Synch can dance and sing
Jeezus he pretends to sleep
but unions are his thing
Grouch and Stillidealistic
could together school us all
and keep us realistic
as we watch the empire fall
All of us can find a farm
and live on it in peace
We'd live there oh so happily
our troubles they would cease
So can you find a corner
of your country fair and dear
for us to move to peacefully
while staying free and clear
The middle class bills all shall pass
the clever bull dogs roar
I got my reasons for skipping class
and letting eagles soar
And if my poem has lost its sense
I hope that you'll ignore
the names that I've left off the fence
but written on the door
A clique, a knock
a click, a rock
a group that we adore
A brick, a sock
the sick, the crocked
what matters anymore?
We all are one and one for all
in the land of Canuckstan
as long as Quinn will take us in
and let shit not hit the fan
So page the Doctor
Page the Esquire
Page dear Dr. Quinn
Your borders are enticing us
So, darling, let us in
Cuz sense is lost upon us here
and we all got our reasons
for thinking clear is not so clear
and the Right does lean towards treason
Miguel the Peeg is cycling
so Quinn's the last one left
to take us in while we let secession
leave us all bereft
Donal on his bicycle
may meet up with the Peeg
and tell us all when all is safe
and we'll return again
To the land we love and hold so dear
but lost to the Right and the crazed
We'll take a break and then return
to the land of the free and the brave
By then the rest will be Glen Becked
and Limbaughed to perfection
and we can return to wave them off
as they embark on their defection











