At the top, They should all be fired. At the top, These guys got us mired. They're a parody of atonal melody. They're the horrid choice Between John Ashcroft's voice And Kenny G. They're the cause Of Iraq's fiasco, Your kitty's paws Flavored with Tabasco. Like a Wolfowitz parade and Bush photo-op, If you want 'em dumb, we got 'em At the top! They're the jerks Who blew the second inning. They're the smirks As Bush claims he's winning. They're a Gypsy Rose who puts on more clothes for spite. They're a lead balloon, A failed honeymoon, An all night cat fight. They're the grease That has stopped the sink up, The frontispiece For wars Bush can think up, Like those New York Knicks who keep blowing picks, a flop. If you want 'em dumb, we got 'em At the top!
Music & Original Lyric by Cole Porter |