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It's the wrong time and the wrong Il – Though we know he's arming, he's the wrong Il. He's not Big Il, but such a tiny Il Whose Long Dong fell in the sea. He's a ding-dong and so puerile – One more dumb son with a vile smile. Though it's his smile, it's such a guilty smile That at times I think he's me. I'm not introspective and so seldom let Myself second guess what I do. But I don't dare deal with a real martinet While I try to make a Kim buck too. I bought the wrong war from the wrong lips, Crooked lips espousing bad tips. With Cheney's cow chips now earning pink slips Pray that Il will follow me.
Music & Original Lyric by Cole Porter |