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My name is Sarah Palin, y’all know me,
vice-prezzy nominee of the GOP,
gonna need your vote in the next election.
Can I get a what-what from the senior section?

McCain got experience.
McCain got style.

But don’t let him freak you out,
when he tries to smile,
cuz that smile be creepy,
but when i’m V.P.,
all the leaders in the world gonna finally meet me.

How’s it go Eskimos?
Eskimos!
Tell me, tell me what you know Eskimos!
Eskimos!
How ya feel Eskimos?
Ice cold!
Tell me, tell me what you feel Eskimos!
Super cold!

I’m Jeremiah Wright cuz tonight I’m the preacher.
I got a bookish look and y’all hot for teacher.

Todd looking fine on his snow machine,
so hot for each other, need a go-between.
In Wasilla, we just chill baby chilla’
but when I see oil, it’s…

Drill baby drilla!

My country tis of thee,
from my porch i can see,
Russia and such.

All the mavericks in the house, put your hands up.
All the mavericks in the house, put your hands up.
All the plumbers in the house, pull your pants up.
All the plumbers in the house, pull your pants up.

When I say Obama, you say Ayers,
“Obama!”
“Ayers!”
“Obama!”
“Ayers!”
I built me a bridge, it aint going nowhere!

Ooooohhhhhhhh.

McCain/Palin
gonna put the nail in
the coffin of the media elite.
She likes red meat!
Shoot a mutha humpin moose eight days of the week!

Now youre dead!
Now youre dead!
Cuz I’m an animal, and I’m bigger than you!

Holdin’ a shotgun, workin’ the pump,
everybody party, we going to hunt!

La la la la la la la la

Yo I’m Palin, I’m out!