I Feel Snitty with Craig Rozniecki

“¿Amar Old Glory Hole? (Brittle Don)” Brittle Don, brittle Don, you’re always cryin’ You lost another suit – this one for lyin’ Brittle con, brittle con, the truth is hurtin’ The odds of you outside a cell and workin’   Far away is where we think you should go Somewhere between Saturn and Uranus Stay in space until you float to Pluto We’ll salute with middle fingers, standing tall and proud   Brittle Don, brittle Don, your bones are crackin’ And, as always, your muscles are a-lackin’ Brittle con, brittle con, your schemes are slackin’ You just don’t seem to have any laws’ backin’ Can’t skirt them (Anymore!) Anymore, you lame layperson Think this is bad? Just wait till you’re in prison Brittle Don, brittle Don, you’re weak as plastic In Webster’s your picture is next to “flaccid”   Far away is where we think you should go Somewhere between Saturn and Uranus Stay in space until you float to Pluto We’ll salute with middle fingers, standing tall and proud   Tears of your hammies when you walk to the fridge With i