This here's a story about Jeb and bro' George W.
As rich youngsters, had nothin' better to do,
Than sit 'round the White House, get high, and watch
Pop, too.
They grew up, what happened when their Poppy turned them
loose?
Ran for office... Dubya in Austin.
Got a big hand from Ken Lay at Enron.
Dubya made the governor's mansion his castle
W. took the money to run.
(Ken Lay to W:)
Go on, take the money to run (in Texas).
(Ken Lay to Jeb:)
Go on, take the money to run (in Florida).
(W. to Ken Lay:)
Go on take the money, Enron (gouge California).
Go on take the money, Enron (Washington, D.C.).
Governor Bush was ineffective down in Texas.
Yet, even so, got installed Prez, despite hexes.
He and Jeb are two fugitives from justice.
They both make a livin' off of the people's taxes
W. said, "Hey, Bro' we slipped away."
And little bro' hopes to catch up to Dubya one day.
They got the money, hey.
You know they got away.
Fixed races down South, and they're still doin' it today.
Singin': "Go on, take the money, Enron."
Go on take the money, Enron.
Go on take the money, Enron.
Go on take the money, Enron.
Go on take the money, Enron.
Go on take the money, Enron.
Go on take the money, Enron.
Go on take the money, Enron.
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