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From a town known as Wasilla, Alaska,
Rode a girl with a 12-gauge in her hand.
With her daring hunting skill,
She found some caribou to kill
East and west in the tundra land

Well, she started in a pageant: Miss Alaska,
And her talent: shoot and skin a polar cub.
Well, she made the Top Three,
So they put her on TV:
Starts the legend of Sarah the Gov.

Well, she starred in high school b-ball,
And she rose in politics,
And she said she put corrupted pols to shame,
Found a snowmobilin’ sweetheart,
Caught some fish and raised some kids,
But in town, she earned her Barracuda name.

Well, she scrapped her way from sportscasts to City Council,
Then as Mayor of Wasilla she was crowned.
Now she rules the state regime,
And the moose and reindeer scream
Whenever Sarah the Gov comes to town.

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Then one hot day McCain, he called on Sarah,
Saying, “Lady, give my prez campaign a shove!”
So the pundits at Saint Paul
And reporters heard it all.
They watched the veeping of Sarah the Gov.

Well, she calls herself a pit bull,
And she says she’s for reforms,
And she longs for more Alaskan oil rigs,
But to paste a pretty lady
On Republican platforms
Is the same as putting lipstick on a pig!

From a nabe called the South Side of Chicago
Rode a boy with some changes in his head.
Might the land’s electorate
Make the neocons upset
If we vote for Barack instead?

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