No pie-eyed, loyal, right-wing, idiot, Junior Bush lawyer for me.
That kinda guy spins schemes no realist would ever –
Listen, boy –
A guy who trades on insecurity
Merely wants to shake my faith in plans for my maturity.
The only reaction that he'll provoke
Is knowledge that my plan won't go up in smoke.
No lying, spinning, obsessed with winning, politician –
No, sir!
For no Bill Tell will I play apple.
I can tell you that right now.
I snarl, I pray that SOB will soon go away.
I growl, "Gee whiz, won't someone make sure that he gets his."
I cheer, I grin at the thought of seeing him done in.
A madder-but-wiser guy, that's me.
No tongue-tied, tentative, tee-totalling pol for me –
No, sir!
That kinda guy sells lies Wall Streeters wish they knew.
I prefer to stay away from crooks controlled by Kenny Lay.
No mailed fist
That keeps insisting all the time I keep resisting!
No back-sliding, stuttering, dumb politician,
No, sir,
Who thinks his bait will catch a fish like me.
Nope!
I stretch, I yawn when TV hosts invite him on.
I'm quick, I click him off before he makes me sick.
I hope, I pray I'll get to watch him blown away.
The sadder-but-wiser guy's the guy for me.
The madder-but-wiser guy? That's me.
Music & Original Lyric by Meredith Willson
Alternate Lyric by Bob Carlson
www.politicalboondoggles.com
1/12/05
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