Whenever I think of Michell Bachmann OR Sarah Palin (like there’s a difference) … after I’m done throwing up a little in my mouth, I think of this song by Frank Zappa…
That is not really the recommended version, but it will do. The pure lyrics:
A fine little girl
She waits for me
She’s as plastic
As she can be
She paints her face
With plastic goo
And wrecks her hair
With some shampoo
Take a day
And walk around
Watch the nazis
Run your town
Then go home
And check yourself
You think we’re singing
‘Bout someone else . . . but you’re
Me see a neon
Moon above
I searched for years
I found no love
I’m sure that love
Will never be
A product of
Plasticity
A product of
Plasticity
A product of
Plasticity….




