Who's as useless as a Brownie in a windstorm? Whose Congressmen are puppets on a string? Who can't get his act together? Whose butt is in a sling? Unqualified, apparently demented, Who'd trail John Ashcroft just to hear him sing? If they were wearing leather, Whose butt could make John sing? Can't help wishing he were somewhere else, Anywhere where two left feet, Hearing words no one else has heard, Won't feel they must dictate the beat. Gordon Liddy has bought into Cheney's daydreams, But how'll they sell their Bushie-Saddam thing? Birds of a feather together, Hopefully by Spring, When for those they've slain with a similar disdain, They might as well both swing They might as well both swing.
Music by Richard Rodgers |