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Please impeach me if you can. It has always been his plan That I'd be the frying pan And he, the fire, to follow me. So, impeach me. I was wrong. I've been weak while he is strong. And approves of my swan song, Now that he's sure he'll follow me. Friv'lous lawsuits by have nots? Nothing other than cheap shots That won't help connect the dots For the fiend who follows me. I guess if you first bumped him off – An incidental Molotov – But how'll you find that old dumbkopf That you have named to follow me? That sidesteps the sticky part: Who was dumb and who was smart? Who the hoss and who the cart? Which one was I supposed to be? ––– Organ Interlude ––– He looks mad, but's having fun For he'll never need to run. With a reign that's jumped the gun Won't he pardon impeached me?
Music & Original Lyrics - Traditional To 'Bushie, Impeached' To 'Bushie's Co-conspirator, Cheney' |