This is a parody of one of my favorite songs from the progressive rock group Jethro Tull. With apologies to the genius Ian Anderson! It's a little rough in spots. Sometime I might update and refine it a bit.
parodysatire jethro tull thickasa brick
I hope you don't mind if we bitch and pout
Your bigotry's twitchin' Your hatred's a shout
Incompetence rules at the close of day
intolerance shines with your moral decay
So you sit in your tower concealed
and you lackeys are lickin' your heels
And you'll always know how it feels
To be a big prick.
And the fear that we feel
Is directed at you
You're a bad dream that we had
And you shake your head 'cause you ain't got a clue
And the virtues of reason are all swept away
In your destruction of intellect
your buffoonish display
Your qualifications do not exist
You listen to no one
Criticism dismissed
So you sit in your tower concealed
and you lackeys are lickin' your heels
And you'll always know how it feels
To be a big prick.
