More, More Pills For Me
(Sung to the tune of "Poor, Poor Pitiful Me" by Linda Ronstadt)

As sung by dope addict Rush Limbaugh, bitter at his former maid who turned him in

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(instrumental intro)

Well, I filled my head with some rich man's crack.
Maid sent, got drugs for me.
But my pain's not done, without some more...
More, more pills for me.

More, more... pills for me.
More, more pills for me.
Press made noise; won't let me be.
Won't have mercy on me.
No more drugs for me.

(instrumental break)

Well, I had a plan; didn't do me good.
I relied on dames.
Maid really burned me over good.
My name's down in flames.

My maid really burned me over good.
I had to fire her, not suspend her.
I'm going to a rehab ward.
Gifts, I will not send her!

More, more... pills for me.
More, more pills for me.
Press made noise; won't let me be.
Won't have mercy on me.
No more drugs for me.

(instrumental break)

Well, I'd jump for joy for a change in news!
Have they found Osama?
My drug screw-up has my ratings down;
Hate this melodrama.

More, more... pills for me.
More, more pills for me.
Press made noise; won't let me be.
Won't have mercy on me.
No more drugs for me.

(instrumental break)

No... more... for... me...
No more pills for me.
No... more... for... me...
No more pills for me.
No... more... for... me...
No more pills for me.
No... more... for... me...
No more pills for me.