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So I've lied for four years. Why think I'd not miss my peers? Little Bush, lovely tush, We carried on and now I'm gone. Rumor mills claim as mine All his bills I chose to sign. Indiscrete, but helped ends meet, And now they won't let me stay on. Oh, to take a healthy belt And announce to the world, I know how Dick Cheney felt, Chalibi'd as well as Perle'd. Love the stunts but not the store. Kissed the dunce, then his whore. Cheney's take is no mistake. Why won't they let us carry on?
Music by George Gershwin |