Fry Tim McVeigh
(to the tune of YMCA)



Trials - there's one every day
I said trials - spent 2 years with OJ
With these trials - now we're on Tim McVeigh
And there's one thing we want to say

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We want the jury to
FRY Tim Mcveigh
We want the jury to
FRY Tim McVeigh
We don't want no parole
We don't want no appeal
We don't want no big bargain deal

We want the jury to
FRY Tim McVeigh
WE want the jury to
FRY Tim McVeigh
Send him straight to the chair
Shave his crewcut - dork hair
And don't stop till he's medium rare

We know - he's a murdering scum
We think - he should be strung up by his thumbs
For what he did - with his rented truck bomb
And now that the trial has begun

Connections - there's a new one each week
They've been published - by some internet geek
And by Playboy - we know they'd never lie
It's all there right by Miss July

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Lawyers - we won't let this one go
So reserve him - the best room on death row
In the meantime - while he waits in the pen
Let's hope some hulk makes Tim his girlfriend !

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