Fifty-nine million were for him. Fifty-six million were not. In the rest of the world many millions of billions Can't believe we've still got what we've got. What we've got got us into this quagmire With no plan for getting us out. Insurgents aren't losing; no way are we winning Despite what Bush bandys about. When attacks go from twenty to one fifty a day, Only Bush would dare say things are going his way – More attacks, more insurgents with each neocon goof; Now with more Condoleezza, pray that you're bulletproof. Bob Carlson |