When Rove cranks up his machine, Will he buy back the votes of the feminine gender For an anti-abortion big spender With litanies from the latrine? He'll thrill us once more with his P.R. Showing a whore can be good at portraying Success when his crew keeps conveying His litanies from the latrine. They'll lie once again their fav'rite endeavor As they always do when ad libs fall apart. So here we are stuck in Iraq forever Till somebody clever suggests we part. A fly-by devine to whitewash a scene, A scene Bushie's bungling has wasted, Then sporting smiles that Rove has had pasted They'll be citing more litanies from the latrine. Lest they lie again from the latrine, Make them grovel in abject surrender In the shadow of Enron's big bender And spend life in Kenny's latrine. Could it be a two party latrine where they'll stay? Re-assuring each other, "I love you. Back me up and watch me hand and glove you."? Till we promise, "We're getting rid of you." And incumbents all find A permanent home In Kenny and Bushie's latrine."
Music & Original Lyric by Cole Porter To 'Bushie's Voting Ploys' |