He eavesdrops on strangers; court warrants are dead. Our Bushie has panicked; the lad's lost his head. The farce he's engendered could hang Tom DeLay, Along with the Mayor of Congress, Bob Ney. Our chatter unknowingly raises the stakes Revealing the number of Bushies it takes To rescue Lord Bushie as he alibis His FEMA vacation while New Orleans dies. Protect us, Lord Bushie, now you've found a way To make ev'ry Goebbels determined to say, As well as O'Reilly, who claims it's OK, "Zeig Heil, our Lord Bushie, take cover and pray."
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