Get Packin', Rod Blagojevich

by John McHugh

(to the tune of "God Rest Ye Merry, Gentlemen")

Get packin', Rob Blagojevich

The state's in disarray.The Tribune wants you unemployed,

At least by Christmas Day.The TV pundits want your head,

Could there by pay to play? Oh, tidings, of comfort and joy.

Save Illinois!
Oh, tidings, of comfort and joy.

Good riddance Rod Blagojevich,Your Elvis look's inane.

The Senate's mad, so's Lisa's dad, You drive us all insane.

Our transit's broke, the state's a joke, The Tollway's one big pain.

Oh, tidings, of comfort and joy. Save Illinois!

Oh, tidings, of comfort and joy.

Good luck old Rod Blagojevich, The feds have quite a place..

Fitzegerald's poked his nose around, And if he has a case,

George Ryan's moving stuff around, Creating extra space.

Oh, tidings, of comfort and joy. Save Illinois!

Oh, tidings, of comfort and joy

Courtesy our good friend Don O'Nesky aka ElephantPride