How're we gonna keep Bush down on his farm, after he's blown Iraq? How're we gonna keep him away from Cheney? Doin' their best to defy each inquest How're we gonna keep him from doin' harm? That's a mystery. He was born a Bush so he is holier than thou, And never saw a law that he could not disavow When terror strikes he likes to read to kids about goats, Before awarding contracts without asking for quotes Appoints administrators who are cronies and clucks, And tends to lower taxes while he's spending big bucks Yet doesn't understand when there's a need for a plow, And thinks milk comes from bottles and that cows say meow How're we gonna get Bush back on his farm before he does to us what he has done to Iraq?
Music by Walter Donaldson |