Jib Jab - 2011, Buh-Bye!

Two Thousand Eleven was hairy,
A year unlike any we've seen.
There were Schweddy Balls from Ben & Jerry,
And a warlock assassin named Sheen! Winning!

Lohan!
Strauss-Kahn!
Mitt Romney, Rick Perry and Cain-
THREE 9s!
Big Trials!
Love Childs!
Two Thousand Eleven, buh-bye!
AGHAGHAGHAG!

The S&P blew up our rating.
The job market stayed in a slump, a slump.
The debt ceiling kept us debating
While Weiner just tweeted his junk!

Tax more!
Class war!
I nearly got hit with a pie!
Banzai!
Health threats!
Greek Debts!
Two Thousand Eleven, buh-bye!

The whole Arab world was rebelling.
So long, Moo-a-mar Ka-da-FAY!
While soldiers were asking and telling...
We told the whole world, "We're not gay!"

We finally took out bin Laden.
Japan had one hell of a year! (A year)
There were riots in Britain --
How rotten!
The rapture!
Not yet, but it's near! (Next year)

Got hitched!
Got ditched!
Got knocked-up,
Went bankrupt,
We unsubscribed!
Hairspray!
Friday!
Two Thousand Eleven, buh-bye!

There were Occupy Wall Street protesters,
And folks who will surely be missed,
Falling satellites!
Panicked investors!
There's just way too much stuff to list! (To list)

Quakes!
Crimes!
New signs!
Loose Lions and Tigers And Bears (Oh my!)
Let's cheer the new year!
Two Thousand Eleven
You're ending -- Thank heaven!
Two Thousand Eleven, BUH-BYE!!!

So Long To Ya, 2010 | The JibJab 2010 Year in Review!

SO LONG TO YA, 2010

Sung to the tune of “Daring Young Man on the Flying Trapeze”

We arrived in ’09 on a rainbow of hope,
But two thousand ten blew it all up in smoke.
From Tea Party rallies,
To banks going broke,
So long to ya two thousand ten!

You brought no jobs despite all my spending!
We passed health care, they shouted, “Repeal!”

So old Joe went on national TV, and said,
“IT’S A REAL BIG [BEEP]‘IN DEAL!”

Earthquakes, volcanoes,
Bond bailouts in Greece,
That well from BP gushed for 12 [beep]in’ weeks!

From Mosques at Ground Zero,
To damn Wikileaks,
So long to ya, two thousand ten.

I passed finance reform, placed a justice,
Yet, my ratings they plunged through the floor.
I got Rangel, McChrystal and Karzai,
And no credit for “ending” a war!

Don’t ask, Don’t Tell,
Palin, Beck, Jihad Jane,
Michelle taking [beep] ‘cuz she whizzed off to Spain!
Oh, two thousand ten, we can’t wait for you,
To jet like that guy from Jet Blue!

They shellacked us real good in the mid-terms.
We were so sad when Rahm said “Goodbye”
Russian spies, Times Square bombs, Immigration,
Cal-ee-fornia just wants to get high!

Inherited wars, and mountains of debt,
Gridlocked politicians and nuclear threats,
As President that seems to be what you get,
That’s why I want one-
He only wants one-
Just give me a damn cigarette!

So long to two thousand ten!

That's definitely gonna need stitches.

Jib Jab - Never a year like 09