Once a lug like Cheney Begets a chick like Cheney, He will forever insist he needs more power to control whoever is gay. It's so unpatriotic To call his ploys chaotic, Where oil sheiks in slip ons, shunning women's powers, are kept one cold shower away. The moment Cheney thinks he's won them over he turns off the cold. Yet pays wells to be compliant, not a rover, and do as they're told. But once you're loved by Cheney, Irregardless of which Cheney, Ever and ever You're stuck with your own gender. The trouble's heterosexually If a Cheney goes for you or me.
Music & Original Lyric by Frank Loesser |