Sing-a-long...

Now let's all sing to the tune of "God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen"

Get packinʼ, Rod Blagojevich
The stateʼs in disarray
The Tribune wants you unemployed
At least by Christmas Day.
The TV pundits want your head
Could there be pay to play?

Oh, tidings of comfort and joy
Save Illinois !
Oh, tidings of comfort and joy.

Good riddance Rod Blagojevich
Your Elvis lookʼs inane,
The Senateʼs mad, soʼs Lisaʼs dad.
You drive us all insane.
Our transitʼs broke, the stateʼs a joke,
The Tollwayʼs one big pain.

Oh, tidings of comfort and joy
Save Illinois !
Oh, tidings of comfort and joy.

Good luck old Rod Blagojevich
The feds have quite a place.
Fitzgeraldʼs poked his nose around
And if he has a case,
George Ryanʼs moving stuff around
Creating extra space.

Oh, tidings of comfort and joySave Illinois !
Oh, tidings of comfort and joy.