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The NOMs come out at night
The NOMs come out at night
The NOMs come out at night
(the NOMS come out)
The NOMs come out at night

Gay bars don't open 'till after dark
And with Obama in town now the party really starts
And my Che Guavara T-shirt is red
And you know I'm Left just a lemming that's led
Crowds of people lined up, hands reach for the cash
Just one reason, Its Obama's stash
Now its on Sunday I play the game
I couldn't be a NOM anytime, 'cause

The NOMs come out at night
The NOMs come out at night
The NOMs come out at night
(the NOMS come out)
The NOMs come out at night

You know NOMs don't think like the average dude
They like Foucault, Marx and Engels and organic food
Count the hoops and earrings all in their ears
strange tattoos at which you can peer.
All kinds of jewelry on their lips and tongues
And you could come along and see those NOMs having fun
Its so strange, they could be Mormon all their life
But might not know they're a NOM unless you bust them online, 'cause

The NOMs come out at night
The NOMs come out at night
The NOMs come out at night
(the NOMS come out)
The NOMs come out at night

Now the NOM's are jumpin', Barack is back
And now that hope and change is right on track
And before you can come on back and sink the ship
NOMs are all over you man, they don't quit
NOM's have to be hip, cool and stylish
But what folks say about 'em most is that they're smug and childish
They sneer and snort and bark, they call you from the dark
But most NOM's are known for steadyin' arks
Just don't ever try to penetrate the left-wing fog
And you may never catch a NOM without his Dialogue
And they don't talk, when they talk, they strut
And if you're a TBM you're just a mutt
So take my advice, and say a quick prayer
They're so far left they won't take a dare
To come on back to Church and live in the light
Watching Mormon Stories, fighting for gay rights, 'cause

The NOMs come out at night
The NOMs come out at night
The NOMs come out at night
(the NOMS come out)
The NOMs come out at night

Methinks Droopy is a little angry after Tuesday.

With a little too much time on his hands.






And not enough creativity to fill the void.



All the Best!

--Consiglieri

P.S. I voted for Romney.

You are all my intellectual and rhetorical prey. I bait the trap, and you pounce.

Droopy wrote:You are my intellectual and rhetorical prey. I bait the trap, and you pounce.

I'm a sucker for stinky cheese.

Droopy makes it easier for me to imagine what Weird Al would be like on thorazine.

consiglieri wrote:I'm a sucker for stinky cheese.

Pouncing seems a bit much. Droopy is the low-hanging fruit of the pseudointellectual unintelligentsia.

consiglieri wrote:I'm a sucker for stinky cheese.

The Droopster is the Stinking Bishop of stinky cheese.

Time on my hands? This only took about a half hour, and then only because the original lyrics were unusually difficult to transpose to the desired thematic structure.

I know you're happy about Tuesday, "Bob," one of the phoniest poseurs ("conservative" blah blah) on this board. Most militant, anti-religious secularist bigots are.

Bob Loblaw wrote:Pouncing seems a bit much. Droopy is the low-hanging fruit of the pseudointellectual unintelligentsia.

Maybe he doesn't pounce so much as rots and drops, then?