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LYRICS:
Hidden away from the nation,
Trapped here in my isolation,
The only sound a hooting owl,
I'm lonelier than Colin Powell.

I'm sad, my mirror says to me,
Locked up by my family.
I was their third beloved brat
Until I turned Democrat.

I'm all alone, like the USA,
I've got no friends, but that's okay
'cause I've got a little kitten,
I think it represents Great Britain.

I'm all alone, like the USA,
"Je suis tres seule," en francais,
Don't have a single foreign friend,
I'm just like U, without the N.

We're all alone, it wasn't all of a sudden,
Did I tell you, Dad, I pierced my belly button?

My dad holds elections every week
on whether or not to set me free,
but Barb and Jenna always vote against me
and daddy calls it democracy.

"We'll let you out if you hug Aunt Condi
and plant a kiss on Karl Rove's cheek."
But I'd rather hug a Haitian zombie
and French-kiss an ancient Greek...

...but I can't. Because...

I'm all alone, like the USA,
I'm on my own, like a right-wing gay,
Who reads the Bible when he wants to parade
And always votes "No," when he wants to vote "Yay!"

I'm all alone, like the USA,
I'd have a friend in Jesus, but I don't pray,
He looks just like an Arab, anyway,
I hear he's locked up in Gitmo Bay.

We're all alone, we're foreign policy cripples,
Did I tell you, Daddy, I pierced my nipple?

If you're scared of evolution,
prune my family tree's executive branch.
If you're terrified by terror,
try a vacation on the ranch.
If you're scared of stem cell research,
'scope this "twin" they didn't mention.
Barb and Jenna get the glory
As I saw on my plasma-flat-screen-surround-sound-tv,
watching the convention.

I am real, unlike your WMD’s
You pierced my soul I pierced my knees.

I was running out of places.

We're all alone, we're the USA,
We're on our own, we're Saddam Hussein.
We're all alone, we're the NEA,
We're missing in action, or MIA,
We're all alone, we're the Dubyah-NBA.
We're home alone, we're Jon-Benet,
We're all alone, unlike Prince Chuck,
'cause you created the United States of Suck.

Music: Jeff Solomon and Karen Weinberg
Lyrics: Frank Lesser and Karen Weinberg Production: Andrew Felluss