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Come kiss my butt ye critics of my triumphs. Come to see me postulate who's helping who. Come and be told that you're unpatriotic, That I'd be neurotic, probably psychotic, Even idiotic not to Wiretap you. Seen from all angles, worshipped by the nation, Kissed by ye sinners who hate my self-love – Glory to oil fields, soldiers without shields, Voters who are well heeled, A cut above! Butts be fideles, Late Night non-tiumphantes On good days and bad days ad in-fin-ee-tum. Make 'em videte Cheney angelorum, My Rummy adoremus, my Brownie adoremus, Oy vey, my ignoremi, Bushiedum!
Music & Original Lyric by John Francis Wade To 'Bushie's Adversaries' |