The Neocon Song

Copyright 2003 E. Michael Jones

Oh, my name is Irving Kristol
And my son his name is Bill
In my youth I followed Trotsky
But in truth I follow him still

But to say you are a Bolshevik
Would fill the world with dread
So please don't call me a commie
Call me a neocon instead

Yes, we are the neoconservatives
We rule the world says I
And that dumb goy we call Georgie Boy
Doesn't understand how or why

Oh we beat the wogs in Afghanistan
The fun has just begun
Comrade Trotsky would be proud to be
Known as a neocon

To Keep the goyim pacified
While watching their TV
We let them watch dumb Irishmen
Like Comes and Hannity

Bill O'Reilly and Chris Matthews
They will lick our boots and sigh
But to run the nєω ωσrℓ∂ σr∂єr
No dumb Irish need apply

David Frum can excommunicate
Paleocons from National Review
For to be a neoconservative
Is to be one of a chosen few

Oh, we're marching into Syria
The fun has just begun
Comrade Trotsky would be proud to be
Known as a neocon

Comrade Trotsky and Podhoretz
Both believe in perpetual war,
And ever since Norman won World War III
He's calling this World War IV


David Brooks and Comrade Trotsky
Both believe in one world class
And if you don't want to be bourgeoisie
You can kiss David's middle-class ass

Jerry Falwell and Pat Robertson
Support us on TV
While waiting to be raptured
Into pre-eternity

Oh, we're marching into Syria
The fun has just begun
Comrade Trotsky would be proud to be
Known as a neocon

Hammurabi's tablets got busted
During the looting in Iraq
But we're marching into Syria
Behind George Bush's back

They've got weapons of mass destruction
They got 'em from Saddam Hussein
they've to weapons of mass destruction
Let's all say it once again

They've got weapons of mass destruction
Oh, believe me, please believe
If you want to know just where they are
They're hidden in Tel Aviv

Oh, we're marching into Syria
The fun has just begun
Comrade Trotsky would be proud to be
Known as a neocon.