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The Senate Wussy View: Verse We are your wussies, your Senate wussies, Scared that we are gonna rue What your Chief Bugger's top secret bugger Assumes they have the right to do. We didn't bother with swearin' him in. You wouldn't want us to seem demeanin'. Although we could have, And probably should have, We couldn't bring ourselves to. Refrain How'd we do? We've no clue. Aren't these tears in our eyes tellin' you? Is Al blue? Well, not too, For he's managed to tell us nothing new. Ev'ry time we asked a loaded one He'd claim, "I'm just their hired gun." Is he gay? He won't say. That's classified alongside with what they do. The Chief Bugger View: Verse I'm your Chief Bugger, whose little bugger, Alberto, told them nothing new. We like our snoopin' and will keep snoopin No matter what these wussies do. Woke up this morning, okay, about noon, Turned on the TV which I managed to tune To watch him duckin' Those wussies cluckin' And mostly muckin' around. Refrain What we do? Al came through. Wouldn't tell them even if he knew. So classified, that though we've tried, I don't think even Cheney has a clue. Can't be a crime. There isn't anyone Who thinks that I'm the kind who could get it done. So no way will NSA go away Until someone figures out what it is they do.
Music by Harry Akst To 'Bushie's Snooping Policy' |