I’m an old liberal…belief in the backroom deals over Scotch and smokes and foul language and this deal cut one way to serve many…as many as you can…bring home the bacon..

I’m an old liberal…send So and So a box of Cubans…tell ’em he can count on me…write a check out to X Y and Z…the boys down at the hall are countin’ on this one…just do it..

I’m an old liberal…give Mrs. Yablomowitz an extra trash can the day before the vote…tell Minister Jones and Jebadiah to count the cash…it should all be there…hell…send ’em some more…

I’m an old liberal…not afraid to reach across the aisle and shake hands with the devil to get the deal done…what’ll it cost…

I’m an old liberal…and I look for the union label…not afraid to get in close and mix it up…or carry a picket sign…get the Jacobowskis a turkey this year…it’s been tough on ’em…

I’m an old liberal…and like the mensch my days are dwindling…soon to be over…run out of town by marketing experts and analysis numbers and computer whiz kids and transparency and money… money.. money..

I’m an old liberal…Goodnight nurse…