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The Ballad of George Bush © 2002 John Machado, all rights reserved
(To the tune of the Ballad of Jed Clampett)
Listen while I tell you 'bout the dogs that didn't move It was Sunday and the house was calm, really in a groove They were stretched out near the sofa and the table full of booze Terrible thing on TV though, favored Florida would lose Football ... Miami, that is...
Well, along about the second half, the chief takes a fall But, what the hell do we care, say the dogs who saw it all Really takes a header to the table, then the floor Nothing new has happened; we've seen it all before Shrub ... smashed, that is...
Now, they know he'll tell a story, that's the way it always is Just like the AWOL, the dope and those DUI's of his Many people hereabouts surely know this guy And every one will bet that this is just another lie Whopper ... made up, that is...
There's a pattern here for all to see; it's getting pretty clear Not only did they cheat and lie and give us much to fear The jokers at the highest court should hide their heads in shame They ruined the economy and gave bumbling a new name George ... Bush, that is...
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