(Sung to the tune of The Beverly Hillbillies theme song)
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's driving' all 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 boy, stay at home with Mom.
Let the common people get killed, maimed and scarred.
We'll buy you a nice spot in the Texas Air Guard."
Cushy, that is...country clubs....nose candy.
Twenty years later
George gets a little bored.
He trades in the booze - says that Jesus is his Lord!
He said, "The White House is now the place I wanna be."
So he called his daddy's friends and they called the GOP.
Gun owners, that is....Falwell....Jesse Helms.
Come November 7, the
election ran late.
Kin folks said, "Jeb, give the boy your state!"
"Don't let those colored folks get into 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 five Supremes stepped in,
Told all the voters, "Hey, we want Georgie to win!"
"Stop counting votes!" was their solemn invocation.
And that's how Georgie finally got his coronation.
Rigged, that is...illegitimate...no moral authority.
There's an election
in the fall and Georgie's lie pie has grown.
Kin folks fear, "There's no WMD and Georgie's cover's surely blown!"
Fearing defeat, the
GOP needs to have a second coup.
So they'll up the
terror threats and bring in the Diebold crew.
that is... optical scanners... no paper trails.
Y'all come vote, now.
Last verse add-on --Lori
Price, CLG, February 12, 2004