This is pretty funny if you live in Illinois and are familiar with the hoods who run our state government. If I were still in radio, I could see myself recording this song - maybe with a chipmonk voice...
To the tune of "God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen"
Get packin¹, Rod Blagojevich
The state¹s in disarray
The Tribune wants you unemployed
At least by Christmas Day.
The TV pundits want your head
Could there be pay to play?
Oh, tidings of comfort and joy
Save Illinois!
Oh, tidings of comfort and joy.
Good riddance Rod Blagojevich
Your Elvis look¹s inane,
The Senate¹s mad, so¹s Lisa¹s dad.
You drive us all insane.
Our transit¹s broke, the state¹s a joke, The Tollway¹s 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.
Fitzgerald¹s poked his nose around
And if he has a case,
George Ryan¹s moving stuff around
Creating extra space.
Oh, tidings of comfort and joy
Save Illinois!
Oh, tidings of comfort and joy. 
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