The Ballad of George W. Bush
All together now, to the tune of the Beverly Hillbillies:
Come and listen to my story 'bout a boy named Bush
His IQ was zero and his head was up his tush,
He drank like a fish while he drove a car about,
But that didn't matter 'cuz his daddy bailed him
out.
(DUI that is,
Criminal record
Cover-up.)
Well, the first thing you know little Georgie goes
to Yale
He can't spell his name but they never let him fail.
He spends all his time hangin' out with student
folk,
And that's when he learns how to snort a line of
coke.
(Blow, that is.
White gold.
Nose Candy!)
The next thing you know there's a war in Vietnam.
Kin folks say, "Georgie, stay at home with Mom."
Let the common people get maimed and scarred.
We'll buy you a spot in the Texas National Guard.
(Cush, that is.
Country clubs.
Nose candy.)
Then the next thing ya know he's a
multi-millionaire--
big oil and big baseball--he got free money
everywhere--
and every time that there was a little trouble
there was always power and money
to bail out Dubya--
(his silver spoon
morphed into a ladle)
One day Daddy Bushie said, "There are way too many
messes,
Do you think you'd settle down if we bought the
state of Texas?"
Dubya said, "I can't govern, but maybe they can
learn me,
and it'll be a blast strappin' prisoners to the
gurney..."
(Death row that is.
Strap 'em down
amd shoot 'em up.)
So the good ol' boys started callin' women bitches
and they spent a lot of money trashin' Governor Ann
Richards
and they dug and they burned and they burned and
they dug
and the next thing ya know ol' Dubya was gov--
(Cowboy hat and
Marlboro jacket--
uhh, now what?)
A few years later George gets a little bored.
He trades in the booze, says Jesus is his Lord.
He said, "Now the White House is the place I wanna
be."
So he called his daddy's friends and they called the
GOP;
(Gun owners, that is.
Jerry Falwell.
Jesse Helms.}
Come November 7, the election ran late.
Kin folks said, "Jeb, give the boy your state!"
"Don't let those black folk get anywhere near the
polls."
So they put up barricades so they couldn't punch
their holes.
(Chads, that is.
Duval County.
Miami-Dade.)
Before the votes were counted, the 5 Supremes
stepped in.
Told all the voters "Hey, we want our George to
win."
"Stop counting votes!" was their solemn invocation.
And that's how little Georgie finally got his
coronation.
(Rigged, that is.
Illegitimate.
No moral authority.)
And we all now know that the country's polarized
and it's time for the voters to bring Georgie down
to size--
if ya wanna stop the Bushwhackers from kickin' you
in the tush--
get to the polls and vote against George Bush.
(Vote John Kerry
this November--
the Real Deal!)
Y'all come vote now. Ya hear?
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