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Verse Forsaking the wilds of Wyoming With so very few bushes and trees, He's spent years of scared stiff, hushed up motor-homing In undisclosed places with Frist friendly MDs. So should we chastise him for weak alibis when The poor boy was never instructed On how to take aim at such dangerous game When his view of it's partly obstructed? Chorus But knowing the slain will drop near the lane, He insists Frist MDs can not stay He feels more at home with MDs from Wyoming. WMDs make his day. As his dreams of Supremes start to unfold Would anyone dare to think him so bold As to take the entire Court bird hunting? But who'd intervene? To decline, he'd declare is affronting. Yet when they get there, They won't stand a prayer As he picks them off one by one. Bush better beware. Cheney's loaded for bear, And knowing what dastardly deeds Dick has done, Will he wonder who's next to be slain? Will journalists claim they warned him in vain, And a funereal White House be left to explain, "Cheney's been at it, Cheney's been at it, Cheney's been at it again"?
Music & Original Lyrics by Noel Coward |