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(Narrated:)
Then he came, the Boss (this dumb man);
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The Turkey served in Baghdad |
Bush Boy said, "I blame Saddam.
If you fight, we will win.
'Cause we're not done yet, so don't you forget
That you can't rest or think of kin."
(Sung:)
Bush, the one who went AWOL, and played a little hard,
Made hell break loose in Baghdad; can't find rebels,
can't stand guard.
Bush cannot win, and he stands on a griddle; war's he's
sold..
So much to lose, his war for that black gold.
(fiddle break)
(Narrated:)
The Turkey's sheltered at a base, and he said,
"You've got to show...
You'll fire upon whomever trips
On this base; let them know."
Through his bullsh*t show, the Boss's strings
From Karl Rove did this,
With his band of neo-con men
Who expound, "War time is bliss!"
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(Narrated:)
When the Turkey finished being fed,
Press said,"That was pretty good, Great One."
His polls down; Bush was scared, and dared
To get more stolen oil to run.
(Sung:)
Hired Halliburton; contracts done.
Selling off the White House, the Dim Son.
Chickenhawk who just ran through the back door,
Sneaking into Iraq, his oil war.
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(Narrated:)
The Turkey vowed he'd get revenge;
Brave talk before defeat.
He's dismayed he's in the middle
Of a quagmire, taking heat.
Then Rove said, "Dub-ya, please come on back,
'Cause your poll's on the rise again."
Press extolled the stunts of the Dubya dunce
"He's the best," say Bush's men.
(Sung:)
Hired Halliburton; contracts done.
Selling off the White House, the Dim Son.
Chickenhawk who just ran through the back door,
Sneaking into Iraq, his oil war.
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