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Our Lord Bushie had been told that he was in limbo, But the Pope said, "You're too old; limbo's now in limbo." Unabashed, our Bushie grinned, "Why's he speak pig Latin? If he thought I'd truly sinned, we'd not be chitchattin'. Heaven is what really counts; Hell would be too cruel. Dallas Cowboy bimbos jounce and I merely dro-o-ol. "Tell the Pope to stick by me, if he wants some action. Baghdad babies bellydance. I'd love his reaction. Gay old men in floor length gowns like he's been forbidding? Hotter times in camel towns, babes who dance while sitting. Heaven is what really counts; Hell would be too cruel, And he'll find that bounce for bounce I know where to dro-o-ol." Our Lord Bushie's escapades don't include Dick Cheney. Who, unlike his lusty aids, needs his dull and brainy. "We can't have him popping off, while the Pope is dancin', Even though he'd sit and scoff, prob'ly hardly glancin'. Heaven is what really counts; Hell would be too cruel, Till you grouch instead of pounce and won't even dro-o-ol."
Music & Original Lyric - Traditional To 'Bush's Cheney' |