We, his generals, solemnly swear,
Wishing we were the f… out of there.
With losses mounting
Bush says stop counting
While he again tries his prayer:
"Oh –
God of Islam, what the hell,
You've seen the bull I've tried to sell.
But refusing's not amusing,
Can't I have at least one well?"
Born a Bush, a pain in the butt,
Like his Pop, he mis-read his gut.
Mid-term election! Total rejection!
Still he refuses to cut
His –
Ties to Allah to avoid
Advice that we be unemployed.
His former God's saying, "Don't count on praying
To make up for all you've destroyed."
We, his generals, helped him a lot,
Never asking for more than we got.
Never knowing why he was crowing –
Because he and we had not been shot?
So –
Pray to Allah that he's right!
Not to fear that Bushie might
Face rejection, change direction,
Or admit we've lost his fight.
Music & Original Lyric by John Henry Hopkins, Jr.
Alternate Lyric by Bob Carlson
www.politicalboondoggles.com
10/26/06
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