Recently my wife and I were talking, and somehow the lyrics to “This Land is Your Land” by Woodie Guthrie came up. Well, I have a peculiar ability to screw up the words to songs, and come up with something that actually makes sense, but has no bearing on the original song, and that happened again.
Here are my new lyrics to that song:
This land is my land, this land is your land,
From the bloated egos, to the trampled minions,
From the hostile bigots, to the liberal half-wits,
This land was made for you and me.