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Recent
Rick for tons o' fun.
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It
was nearly unimaginable back then: Israelis and Palestinians
shaking hands on the White House lawn. It's even harder
to imagine now. Remember September of '93 in this Vintage
Rick!
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Why
do they call it "traveling" if you're standing still?
And can't anyone do something about it? Get moving with
this Seasonal Fave!
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He's got it bad -- and that ain't good.
Peggy Lee's Got Nothing on This Guy!
By Rick Horowitz
"Good evening,
ladies and gentlemen, and welcome to the second show here at Club Boom
Boom. Won't you welcome once again the sultry and sophisticated song
stylings of the one, the only: Mr. Dick Cheney!"
"Thank you. Thank
you. Good to see you tonight. I thought we might start out this set
with something nice and cool -- but then I said to the boys, 'Boys?
Cool is cool, but I'm feeling kinda hot tonight, you know what I mean?'
Yeah. The boys know what I mean. So why don't we give the people some
extra Fahrenheit, OK? We'll turn up the thermostat with a little number
called...well, you know what it's called. Hit it, boys!"
Never know
how much I loathe him,
Loathe the man they call Hussein,
Ev'ry time I think about him,
I get a fever runnin' 'round my brain.
He gives me fever --
Fever in the open,
Fever when he's out of sight,
Fever leaves me boiling,
Fever 'cause I know I'm right.
Trailers full of mass destruction,
Stacks of missiles to the roof,
Cozy with that thug Osama,
When you're certain, who needs proof?
I've got the fever --
Fever, he's a menace,
Fever, he's the Holy Grail,
Fever, he's in trouble,
Fever, there's no way we fail.
Didn't take him down the first time,
Shoulda done it there and then,
Waiting for another moment,
He won't slip away again.
He gives me fever --
Fever with his swagger,
Fever with his vows and struts,
Fever, he's a goner,
No more ifs or ands or buts.
You can say it's pure fixation,
You can say I can't let go,
I know what my heart is saying,
I know that he moves me so.
He gives me fever --
Fever when I'm sleeping,
Fever when I'm wide awake,
Fever, start your engines,
This'll be a piece of cake.
Fever with his secrets,
Fever with his evil grin,
Fever with his weapons,
Fever -- let the fun begin,
Fever -- it's an easy win,
Fever -- he'll throw in the towel,
Fever -- who needs Colin Powell?
Fever!!!
Posted 4/20/04. For
some more noteworthy columns, click to Rick's" twice every week!
 Rick Horowitz is a syndicated columnist, TV
commentator, writing coach and public speaker
©2004 Rick Horowitz. All rights reserved.
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