Oh, my name is Irving Kristol, and my son's name is Bill. In my youth I followed Trotsky, and in truth I follow him still. But to call yourself a Bolshevik would fill the world with dread. So please don't call me a commie, call me a neocon instead. Yes, we are the neoconservatives, we rule the world, says I. And that dumb goy we call Georgie Boy doesn't understand how or why. Oh, we're marching into Syria, the fun has just begun. Comrade Trotsky would be proud to be known as a neocon. To keep the goyim pacified for watching their TV, we let them watch dumb Irishmen like Sean O'Hannity. Bill O'Reilly and Chris Matthews, they can lick our boots and sigh, but to run the New World Order no dumb Irish need apply. David Frum can X Communicate, the Paleo's from National Review. For to be a neoconservative means to be one of a chosen few. Oh, we're marching into Syria, the fun has just begun. Comrade Trotsky would be proud to be known as a neocon. Hammurabi's tablets got busted during the looting in Iraq. But we're marching into Syria behind George Bush's back. They've got weapons of mass destruction and they got them from Saddam Hussein. They've got weapons of mass destruction, oh, repeat once more the refrain. They've got weapons of mass destruction, oh, believe me, oh, believe. If you want to know just where they are, they're hidden in Tel Aviv. Oh, we're marching into Syria, the fun has just begun. Comrade Trotsky would be proud to be known as a neocon.
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