A Red, Red State
O my luve’s like a red, red state.
That’s newly won in June;
O my luv’s like a guitar shred,
That’s loudly play’d in tune.
As fair art thou, and balanced too,
So deep in lust am I;
And I will love thee still, Colbert,
Till a’the immigrants fry.
Till a’the terrorists fry, Colbert,
And all of us have a gun:
I will luv thee still, Colbert,
While shooting punks remains fun.
And fare thee weel my only Luve!
And fare thy show a while!
And I will watch again, my Luve,
Tho’ we’re ‘part three thousand mile!