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I'm called Donald Rummy-Dum, dastardly Rummy-Dum, Though I can't figure out why. But since I'm called Rummy-Dum, and that bastard Rummy-Dum, They're restricting what you see of I. For bad stuff can happen when you are caught nappin' Which somehow occurred on my watch – Inadequate toys for courageous young boys Who die while Bush scratches his crotch. It's a habit he's picked up from me as we stick up For the fiascos you've seen. Thank god that his FEMA's mistakes with Katrina Are upstaging what some find obscene. So you're stuck with old Rummy-Dum, dastardly Rummy-Dum Irregardless of how I've messed up. An alert FCC lets them only show me And the president from the waist up.
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