When goofing off with Mike Chertoff whose goofs are now legerdemainy His metal detector always warns the director I have birdshot belonging to Cheney. When I swim around town with Bushie's Mike Brown whose heck of a job's down the drainy, Though I feel in the pink, I now tend to sink because of that birdshot from Cheney Yes, my birdshot belongs to Cheney And though I don't feel all that bad, Like millions of angry Iraqis, I'm beginning to think I've been had. For if I complain of occasional pain the White House will claim I'm a Daney And render me where cartoonists don't dare to liken Muhammad to Cheney. I now seldom forget what I'm s'posed to get, though not previously thought of as brainy. Magnetic updaters made for refridgerators are a godsend to birds shot by Cheney.
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