CONGRATULATIONS!!! You've just been hired to pick Mitt Romney's Campaign Songs

Well it's 40 below and I don't give a fuck
Got a heater in my truck and I'm off to the rodeo
And it's ala man left and ala man right
Come on ya fuckin' dummy get your right step right
Get off the stage ya god damn goof ya know

Piss me off ya fuckin' jerk get on my nerves

Well here comes Johnny with his pecker in his hand
He's a one ball man and he's off to the rodeo
And it's ala man left and ala man right
Come on ya fuckin' dummy get your right step right
Get off the stage god damn goof ya know

Piss me off ya fuckin' jerk get on my nerves

Well it's 40 below and I aint got a truck
and i dont give a fuck cause im off to the rodeo
And it's ala man left and ala man right
Come on ya fuckin' dummy get your right step right
Get off the stage ya god damn goof ya know

Piss me off ya fuckin' jerk get on my nerves

Well here comes Johnny with his pecker in his hand
He's a one ball man and he's off to the rodeo
And it's ala man and ala man right
Come on ya fuckin' dummy get your right step right
Get off the stage ya god damn goof ya know

Piss me off fuckin' jerk get on my nerves

And, believe it or not, this song actually was used to play Romney onstage at a Bachmann campaign event.

what was just on the radio but

"Lyin' Eyes" by The Eagles

Creedence Clearwater Revival Fortunate Son Lyrics
Songwriters: JOHN C. FOGERTY
Some folks are born to wave the flag,
Ooh, they're red, white and blue.
And when the band plays "Hail to the chief",
Ooh, they point the cannon at you, Lord,

It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no senator's son, son.
It ain't me, it ain't me; I ain't no fortunate one, no,
Yeah!

Some folks are born silver spoon in hand,
Lord, don't they help themselves, oh.
But when the taxman comes to the door,
Lord, the house looks like a rummage sale, yes,
It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no millionaire's son, no.
It ain't me, it ain't me; I ain't no fortunate one, no.

Some folks inherit star spangled eyes,
Ooh, they send you down to war, Lord,
And when you ask them, "How much should we give?"
Ooh, they only answer More! more! more! yoh,

It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no military son, son.
It ain't me, it ain't me; I ain't no fortunate one, one.
It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no fortunate one, no no no,
It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no fortunate son, no no no,

A-flip, a-flop,
A-flippety-flop
Ya don't stop the floppin'...

Cant link from my phone but it's certainly my view of the whole GOP. John Lennon had it right as usual.

Who did "Plastic Fantastic Lover"? Jefferson then Airplane?

Stone's did "West Coast Promo Man"

Hmmmm Dylan wrote likely a few for Mitt the Twit.

well at least I'll be amused this evening thinking about this.

Idiot wind blowing like a circle around my skull
From the Grand Coulee Dam to Capitol
Idiot wind blowing every time you move you teeth
You're an idiot babe.
It's a wonder that you still know how to breathe.

Well, I was drivin' down I-95 the other night
Somebody nearly cut me right off the road
I decided it wasn't gonna do any good to get mad
So I wrote a song about him instead, it goes like this

Were you born an asshole
Or did you work at it your whole life?
Either way, it worked out fine
'Cause you're an asshole tonight

Yes, you're an A S S H O L E
And don't you try to blame it on me
You deserve all the credit
You're an asshole tonight
You were an asshole yesterday
You're an asshole tonight
And I've got a feelin'
You'll be an asshole the rest of your life

And I was talkin' to your mother
Just the other night
I told her I thought you were an asshole
She said, "Yes, I think you're right"

And all your friends are assholes
'Cause you've known them your whole life
And somebody told me
You've got an asshole for a wife

Were you born an asshole?
Or did you work at it your whole life?
Either way it worked out fine
'Cause you're an asshole tonight

In The Fucking Attic

"Lunatic Fringe" by Red Rider

Good pick!

God money I'll do anything for you.
God money just tell me what you want me to.
God money nail me up against the wall.
God money don't want everything he wants it all.
No you can't take it
No you can't take it
No you can't take that away from me
No you can't take it
No you can't take it
No you can't take that away from me
Head like a hole.
Black as your soul.
I'd rather die than give you control.
Head like a hole.
Black as your soul.
I'd rather die than give you control.
Bow down before the one you serve.
You're going to get what you deserve.
Bow down before the one you serve.
You're going to get what you deserve.
God money's not looking for the cure.
God money's not concerned about the sick among the pure.
God money let's go dancing on the backs of the bruised.
God money's not one to choose
No you can't take it
No you can't take it
No you can't take that away from me
No you can't take it
No you can't take it
No you can't take that away from me
Head like a hole.
Black as your soul.
I'd rather die than give you control.
Head like a hole.
Black as your soul.
I'd rather die than give you control.
Bow down before the one you serve.
You're going to get what you deserve.
Bow down before the one you serve.
You're going to get what you deserve.
Bow down before the one you serve.
You're going to get what you deserve.
Bow down before the one you serve.
You're going to get what you deserve.
Head like a hole.
Black as your soul.
I'd rather die than give you control.
Head like a hole.
Black as your soul.
I'd rather die than give you control.
Bow down before the one you serve.
You're going to get what you deserve.
Bow down before the one you serve.
You're going to get what you deserve.
You know who you are.

or this

Let's have a war
So you can go and die!
Let's have a war!
We could all use the money!
Let's have a war!
We need the space!
Let's have a war!
Clean out this place!

It already started in the city!
Suburbia will be just as easy!



Let's have a war!
Jack up the Dow Jones!
Let's have a war!
It can start in New Jersey!
Let's have a war!
Blame it on the middle-class!
Let's have a war!
We're like rats in a cage!

It already started in the city!
Suburbia will be just as easy!



Let's have a war!
Sell the rights to the networks!
Let's have a war!
General Motors get fat like last time!
Let's have a war!
Give guns to the queers!
Let's have a war!
The enemy's within!

It already started in the city!
Suburbia will be just as easy!

Lots more but that one came to mind first.

"...And your smile is a thin disguise,
I thought by now you'd realiii-ize
There ain't no way to hide your 'Ryan Eyes..."

"My, oh my, you sure know how to arrange things,
You set it up so well, so carefully,
Ain't it funny how your new lie didn't change things,
You're still the same old PRICK you used to be."

(apologies to the Eagles.)

Whiter Shade of Pale is beyond brilliant....BEYOND....one of my favorite songs EVER, may be my favorite shit I don't know.