February 14, 2016
Scali-a, I just met a judge named Scalia; . . ./ You died while shooting game; we’ll never be the same again; Scali-a, Al Gore kissed the ass of Scali-a/Your belly oh so round, your judgments so unsound to we!/Scalia: curse it loud and the right wing beats you;/Say it soft as Fiori-i-na eats you;/Scalia, Scalia, I’ll never stop raging Scaliiiiiiii-uuuuuuuh!
Scali-a, you said blacks were dumb-dumbs, Scali-a;/Clarence T. your honey bun, and whites are #1 to thee . . ./Scali-a, who said money’s speech: ass-Scali-a./Your upper crusty sneer, your Michelle Bachman leer, whoopeeeeeeeee!/Scali-a, bellow loud as your Prince Satan greets you,/And stay calm, as the hellfires up-heat you;/Scalia, Scalia, I’ll never stop dissing Scaleeeeeeeeeeuh!
Scali-a! Scali-a! Scaleee-uh, Scaleee-uh/ Scaleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee-uhScaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaalia, Scali-a;
Say out loud that the poor need ID tags,/Say so soft that Obama’s a dirt bag!/Scalia, I’ll never stop dissing . . . Scali-uhhhhhhhh . . .
The most bullyboy sound I’ve ever heard:
Sca . . . leeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee-uh-uhhhhhhhhhhhhh.
Sincere apologies to Stephen Sondheim
