We heard rockets, Palestine rockets, Precursor of more mourning, what's Bush care, Knowing we're the proxies for him there? Will he block it, Or whine and knock it By insisting that it's our time to try To cure them of their damn desire to die? It's a major tragedy, That and Rummy's, "Woe is me!" Now more rockets, Assinine rockets, And although we know that Bushie's wrong, Like Lieberman we simply tag along.
Music by Frank Loesser To 'Bushie's Co-conspirator, Lieberman' |