Let him lie and thunder So the Congress knuckles under And is not concerned with All the doctors he's sojourned with. Their job's to keep him healthy To shoot more elder wealthy So retirement issues aren't that big a thing. Who'd talk about the lack of Bush gray matter When shot in the face by a Veep mad hatter? But who pays For his MDs You think they risk their lives for free On hunting trips whenever he goes bonkers, Overly excited Even when it's just a quail he conquers? If his last days Were not an MD jubilee, Euthanasia for the rich Would prob'ly cease to be.
Music by George Gershwin To 'Bushie's Health Care Policy' |