On So Top Gun, these dipshits in the District; Gotta Fly…Gotta Fly…that’s the Beltway Melody.
No partisan rancor, a quick roundup chorus in full throated unison to fix their fixed wing Yippee Ki-yay get the hell out of Dodge when Sheriff Sequester slowed wheels up.
We’re your posse, auto-turned the business class, Gotta Fly…Gotta Fly, giving volume and cover to that Beltway Melody. While Head Start and Meals on Wheels, and even training for our uniformed heroes have been dry gulched.
Get along little doggies. Nothing to see here.
That’s the Beltway Melody.