It's the right bill for the wrong cause. Though the cause is charming, It's the wrong cause. Blame their pork clause For triple-D bras For a sizeable constituency. The dough for them was For the war cause, Not for ah-hahs, Or our hurrahs But the Congress was Seeking more applause And a chance to win handily. You can't know how happy those gals were to get What most agree has improved the view. But the troops that the Congress tries so hard to forget Need their frontal Hummer armor, too. It's the wrong game with the wrong chips, Though the pips they're supporting are such great pips. They are blue chips, Not the red chips They were hoping they'd be. But that's all right Love their foresight, Mais oui!.
Music & Original Lyric by Cole Porter |