What are the odds? Me and Scott Walker on the same elevator at Lambeau Field!
My Dad was having some difficulty walking up the ramp at last night's Packer game so I flagged down a young man with a wheel chair. He took us to an elevator and when the door opened, right smack dab in the middle of the elevator was Wrong Way Walker - Havoc Wreaking Drop Out himself with a stupid look on his face. I don't think he expected to see members of the public on his way to Snooty Skybox Land. I looked at him, he looked at me, Logan Cranley and I exchanged smirky glances, shook our heads in disgust and turned our backs on him.
The Great Divider has absolutely no business taking any part in celebrating The People's Team! And like I said, what are the odds? And Me without my plastic suction cup dart pistol!
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What I really should have had was my Guitar & Harp and My Song to Scooter, the Badgered State Blues, 9 verses of reality in 4 fricken floors!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=74KYy27mKl0
Ya hey der
I used to think it was first rate
To hail from the badger state
But I had no idea what was in store
The last four years, been one big hassle
The cheddar heads kept electing “rascals”
And I don’t feel that I’m from here anymore
I was proud to be a Wisco Kid you see
We were the laboratory of democracy
With goodwill, progress, a government clean and pure
But Corrupticons have come to rule
With felons and cronies in a big cesspool
I’m afraid I’m just not from here anymore
I always thought Sconie folks were nice
Then I found out they would rape you twice
That shook my cheesy faith right to the core
You already paid one terrible price
Then that trans-vaginal probe device
Is required to be shoved right on up your
Chorus
Not from here anymore
Not from here anymore
You can take the whole damn state and shove it right up yourrrrrrrrrr
Gonna regret the stage you’ve set
Them chickens ain’t back home roostin yet
I’m done, not from here anymore
Uff da, alack alas
There’s a war upon the middle class
And doubly so my friend upon the poor
Daily bread comes with drug tests
And we’re getting the right to work for less
In my heart I’m not from here anymore
Fish fries could alight my passion
And I sure will miss that brandy old fashioned
Get my whistle whet, my vim and verve restore
But I just cannot abide here
With the scapegoaters and the great divider
I’m done, not from here anymore
Chorus
We’re glad we fought, only wish we’d won
But good don’t always prevail my son
It’s time to shut the lights and close the door
I’ve no regrets, not one iota
But I’m packin off for Minnesota
I just can’t be from here anymore
We still love the Green & Gold
The People’s Team cannot be sold
They’ve been owned by just plain folks from days of yore
Bahhhhhhut, thanks to those of you who flocked
All the rest is on the auction block
We’re shocked and we’re not from here anymore
Friend it does sorely pain us
Whenever we look up we see an anus
In da Gubnah’s mansion as a resident
But while there’s life there’s hope
And we can hope this dope
Gets his fuse blown out running for president
Yah der hey
We used to think it was first rate
To hail from the badger state
But that was . . . well that was before
You can take the whole damn passel
But us folks, we don’t stand with “rascals”
And we don’t feel like we’re from here anymore
Chorus
Not from here anymore
Not from here anymore
You can take the whole damn state and shove it right up yourrrrrrrrrr
Gonna regret the path you’ve set
And after all this, still a deficit?
We’re done, not from here anymore
We don’t feel that we’re from here anymore
Goodbye Wisconsin!
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