Hey! Poppies! Forget the show and tell. You sell well – What the hell – So, Poppies, you think you'd do your thing for me? Hey! Poppies! I admire your pods Of which I'm awed. They're outlawed? So, Poppies, could you still do your thing for me? As your country's occupier I find the stakes are growing higher. With Jacques Chirac an eager buyer Now I could be his sole supplier. Poppies! Forget that spraying thing In the Spring. I'm the King, So, Poppies, we'll let you do your thing for me. Hey! Poppies! You'll be my new cash drawer And pay for Each new war So, Poppies, you better do your thing for me. I've a fine administration Facing public indignation And no income from taxation. We'll be needing your salvation. So, Poppies! I fear it's up to you, What I do. Who I, uh, Who owes who. Poppies! Let's see what you can do for me.
Music & Original Lyric by Bob Troup To 'Poppies With A Purpose' To 'Bushie's Greed & Corruption' |