Get Packin', Rod Blagojevich!

by John McHugh
(to the tune of "God Rest Ye Merry, Gentlemen")

Get packin', Rob Blagojevich
The state's in disarray
The Tribune wants you unemployed
At least by Christmas Day.
The TV pundits want your head
Could there by pay to play?
Oh, tidings, of comfort and joy
Save Illinois!
Oh, tidings, of comfort and joy

Good riddance Rod Blagojevich
Your Elvis look's inane,
The Senate's mad, so's Lisa's dad
You drive us all insane.
Our transit's broke, the state's a joke,
The Tollway's one big pain.
Oh, tidings, of comfort and joy
Save Illinois!
Oh, tidings, of comfort and joy

Good luck old Rod Blagojevich
The feds have quite a place
Fitzgerald's poked his nose around
And if he has a case,
George Ryan's moving stuff around
Creating extra space.
Oh, tidings, of comfort and joy
Save Illinois!
Oh, tidings, of comfort and joy