Grand Old Police Blotter: Oh, Kenny Boy Edition

(To be sung in a heavily slurred "they've stolen me Lucky Charms" accent, or by Frank McCourt)

Oh Kenny Boy, the jury foreman's calling
Bush Pioneer, on trial and out on bail
The verdict's in; it says that you were lying
'Tis you, 'tis you must go and rot in jail

Six counts of fraud, six guilty verdicts
Your credibility less than Tony Snow's
Be sure to make new friends in the slammer
Oh Kenny Boy, convict, ex-CEO

And Bush will swear he doesn't know you
Those hundred thousands will not set you free
Your face time with Cheney all forgotten
'Cause Dick needs his own immunity

Your victims remain uncompensated
Your sentence will a hollow victory be
But forty years locked up with Jeffrey Skilling
Sounds a lot like life in hell to me