(To the tune of “American Pie” by Don McLean)

Words by Jeri Roth Lande

A long, long time ago…

You can’t seem to remember

Anything you said before your trial,

But you thought if you had a chance

That you could make that jury dance

And, maybe, they’d be happy for a while.

This February we all shivered

Schools were closed but pizza delivered.

A snowflake seen in Rockville

Will panic more than bombs will.

Can you remember if you cried

When your bosses said you couldn’t hide,

And let you start your downward slide

The day that Scooter lied.

So bye-bye, Scooter Libby, goodbye.

Looks like Cheney said “don’t blame me”

And hung you out to dry.

Them good old boys were shooting quail from the sky

Singing, “Fall on your sword, boy, and die.

Fall on your sword, boy, and die.”

Now for two months you’ve been on your own

And Rove won’t talk on the telephone.

But that’s not how it used to be.

Now everyone says that you must confess

Especially Russert from Meet the Press.

In a voice that’s known for honesty.

Oh, and while King George was getting soused

The Democrats just took back the House.

The courtroom is adjourned;

A verdict was returned.

Though others outed Agent Plame

They want you to take the blame

The coverup’s just part of the game.

The day that Scooter lied.

So bye-bye, Scooter Libby, goodbye.

Looks like Cheney said “don’t blame me”

And hung you out to dry

Them good old boys were shooting quail from the sky

Singing, “Fall on your sword, boy, and die.

Fall on your sword, boy, and die.”

His secret service code name was Delmonte.