They used to dream that we'd uncover
another popinjay,
And wouldn't recognize it
until too late in the day.
That he would fancy himself then
to be one of those god-like kind of men
With a tiny brain, who's a figurehead
who'd brag about the books he hadn't read.
So along came Bush,
who's just what they'd prayed for –
You'd hear him try to speak
and want to laugh at him.
That haunting grin was wearing thin –
not the kind of taunt you would want in a leader.
But as they explain,
It seems to be his brain
That makes his tush
So vulnerable –
Iraq loves him,
Because he's gullible –
He's the worst yet Bush.
Music by Jerome Kern
Original Lyric by P.G. Wodehouse & Oscar Hammerstein II
Alternate Lyric by Bob Carlson
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2/4/05
To 'Bushie - Inept Dummy'
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