Tax
On The Table
A child arrived just the other day.
He came into the world in the usual way.
But there were planes to catch and bills to carve.
He learned from his dad how to let folks starve.
And he was talking but he blew it, and as he grew,
He said, "I'm gonna be like you, Dad.
Y'know, I'm gonna be like you."
And the tax on the table for the silver spoon.
Little boy sayin', "You can kiss my moon."
"You gonna be the Prez, Dad?"
"I don't know when, but we'll get together then, son.
We're gonna have a good time then."
Well, he walked in the White House the other day.
He said, "Check out my team, Dad, see how they play.
Can you come on down?" He said, "Not today
I got countries to invade." He said, "That's OK."
And he walked away with a mind very dim
and said, "I'm gonna be like him, yeah.
Y'know I'm gonna be like him."
And the tax on the table for the silver spoon.
Little boy sayin', "You can kiss my moon."
"You'll be re-elected, Dad?" "I think it's the end,
But we'll get together then, son.
We're gonna have a good time then."
Well, he came from Texas just the other day,
So much like his Dad, who just had to say:
"Son, I'm proud of you, and your Governor's work."
But he shook his head, and he said with a smirk.
"But I don't like Clinton and prosperity and peace.
Can I have some cash to run for President? Please?"
And the tax on the table for the silver spoon.
Little boy sayin', "You can kiss my moon."
"You need a little phone call from Jebbie's den
but we'll get together then, son.
We're gonna have a good time then."
(brief instrumental break)
The economy's in tatters, and peace went away.
Georgie called Dad just the other day.
He said, "I'd like to see you, if you don't mind."
He said, "I'd love to, son, 'cause you're flying blind.
But you really blew it big son, you know that it's true.
But it's sure nice talking to you, son.
It's been sure nice talking to you."
And as he hung up the phone, it occurred to Bush:
He's gonna get kicked in the tush.
In an '04 Democrat push.
And the tax on the table for the silver spoon.
Little boy sayin', "You can kiss my moon."
"You'll be re-elected, Son?" "I think it's the end
But we'll get together then, Dad.
We're gonna have a good time then."
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