Whatever he may say to me, Whatever he plans to do, He's well aware I won't say he's wrong, Nor dare to say he's through. When Karl Rove says "OK?" to me, He sounds as if he knew I have no choice but to go along And indicate "Me, too." Should I smile at our never ending This quickie war he got me into? What is the chance of them surrending Or my pretending Again it's through? So when the world points out to me What they wish I would do, Chances are that he'll reply to me, "Without me, boy, it's you who's through."
Music & Original Lyric by Cole Porter |