I was walking with heads down, at the side

I was walking with heads down, at the side of the road, walking in the middle of no where. I was thirsty, my tongue was dried like the desert

There were sign of vehicles, still walking,there were no signals for my phone...

Signs, signs, everywhere there's signs...

With a sign sign here, and a sign sign there, here a sign, there a sign everywhere a sign sign

Old MacDonald had a sign, e-I-e-I-ooooo, damn. Old MacDonald pulled up his "VOTE DEMOCRAT" sign stuck in his yard. "I'm sellin' the farm & movin' to Warshington! I'm gonna visit

the President in his big white house. Maybe he will make me some cookies. I like cookies. I like the President. He is my father.

But, ever since we began living in the White House and he took on his responsibilities as President, he hasn't had time to make me cookies anymore.

of USA. He twitched nervously. Choose between the life of his best friend, or the most delicious cookies in the world? The choice was clear.

The choice was transparent, exceedingly obvious. The gurus never asked this question, as it was right there infront of them: a plateful of cookies for your finest, dearies.