Those drones he's flown have failed to find me So now he's hired flacks who've maligned me Which natur'lly I take unkindly. Where is his brotherly love? The friendly hand for which I wait now Can't understand that it's too late now Unless he plans to abdicate now And is in need of a shove. What's the point of retiring When flacks he's hiring won't let me be? By insulting our mother And not one another, he's angered me. Forget the scheme he's incubating. Cheney bin Laden could die awaiting The heart transplant that I'm frustrating, And my brotherly love.
Music by Russ Columbo |