(Sung to "It's Alright, Ma," by Bob Dylan)
While one lies with her tongue on fire
Gargles in the Sulzberger rat race choir
Bent out of shape from Fitzgerald's pliers…
Judy won't come to the newsroom to air.
She'd rather pull them all into a big black hole...
As if she were a White House mole.
That's NOT alright, Ma…
NO WAY it's right, Ma.
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