Less than a month left of this stuff, really.
I really don't like country music. But the man who penned this song, Ronnie Ray Jenkins, just might be enough to sway me over to the dark side.
Brava, sir. Brava.
The Ballad of Caribou Barbie
There’s something fishy in the mackerel sky--in the land of the midnight sun.
There’s a woman running loose wearing designer glasses, and touting a mighty big gun.
Now that much don’t scare me, or worry me none,
I don’t even care that she’s talking in tongue.
Say oily-oily –doo, dilly-dangle-diddy-wah
She put a town in debt- in her short time as Mayor, and her name is Caribou Barbie.
She piles her hair high on her head and uses a bearskin to cover her bed
She claims to be an expert in foreign relations, cause she can see Russia from the window in her kitchen.
Her hubby’s some dude, but his name isn’t Ken
Even though she’s Caribou Barbie
She tells the folks, she’s a decisive kind of gal,
And it makes me think of Bush, the “Decider”
Now, I’ve been around the block, and I’m nobody’s fool,
But I’m scratching my head wonderin
Why she went to six schools.
Sing Oily-Oily doo dilly-dangle diddy wah
Four more years would be McBush again, along side Mc Caribou Barbie.
She might be a hockey mom to some, the leader of the PTA to others,
She might be a lipstick wearing pit bull to many
But taking a close look, she’s a lipstick wearing Cheney.
Sing, oily-oily doo,
Oily-oily-doo- dilly arbee
So, ends the saga it’s short and it’s sweet, like the career of Caribou Barbie.