DAD’S GONNA KILL ME by Richard Thompson

At first hearing I felt like I was eavesdropping on Shrub’s unconscious, the kind of fearful bullying that renounces both Baker’s bi-partisan Iraq “Study” Group recommendations and Gates’s pleading to close Gitmo — why get rid of Rumsfeld when his hotel managers keep raping the Geneva conventions? Then I read the lyric sheet. And that, my friends, is why mishearing certain songs amounts to poetry. Maybe now Thompson won’t have to resort to “Ding-A-Ling” for his hit.