| The Ballad of President 'Dubya' Bush |
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| (Written in June 2001) This is a little parody of the life of President Bush and the first few months of his presidency. Dubya's my name and here is my song; I can't rhyme too well, so it won't take too long. I'm the president now, and a president's son! Unprecedented (well, except for one). I was born in Maine, but Texas bred, Raised a cowboy with a horse, who kicked me in the head ... I went to Yale and merited a 'C'; Hope to all those "less-than-average" like me! Then daddy was made the new sheriff in town; But when they read his lips, they'd only frown. Eight years of Bubba whould therefore ensue, While I stayed in Texas, a reputation to accrue. I think I did well; my Espanol did too; The economy was juiced up (the electric chair too ...) It came time for elections; through the primaries first, I beat John McCain, then I thought he might burst. It was me and Gore now, one on one; Who'd be quicker to draw out their gun? Election night came, and went with no word, "Too close to call" - the most wretched thing heard. It came down to Jeb; on him was I counting. He must be worse at math - he did some recounting. "To the courts! To the courts!" was Gore's battle cry! Two flawed recounts later, he still was alive! Thank you N. Sanders Sauls; Supreme Court as well; You delivered me out of this miserable hell! I'm settling in now, safe for a while, But other problems are cramping my style: Senator Jeffords (that old Vermont coot) Became independent - sits with democrats to boot! Now my girl's Jenna taking after me Going out partying with a fake I.D. My tax cut was passed, but it too was cut back And to the Chinese, I say, "You still don't know jack!" Now I plan in the future to act more smart, With 'compassionativity' straight from the heart. Dubya the Prez And now a P.S. To those who don't like me, so "Don't Mess with Texas!" (I learned that myself y' know!) |
| Music: 1812 Overture - Tchaichovsky |