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Don't mess with President Fixit. Vote for his genius instead. He loves surrogate ads that are libelous slander, Because sauce for his goose can't be sauce for their gander. Seems the wimp dodged the draft to skip Vietnam And they don't award medals when you're home on the farm. But his goose would be cooked if the Guard's audit trail Hadn't vanished like Florida's absentee mail. If something don't work? Guess what? He kicks it! Don't mess with President Fixit. Don't mess with President Fixit. Vote for his genius instead. If your job was outsourced, please don't worry or fret. There's two kinds of jobs that he'll help you get: Bounty hunters are wanted by his FDA To nab drugs not bought in the most costly way, And drivers are needed at, where else, Halliburton, In Iraq or Iran, maybe both, he's not certain. If something don't work? Guess what? He kicks it! Don't mess with President Fixit. Don't mess with President Fixit. Vote for his genius instead. Oil and gas too expensive? Not for his Pappy Whose Saudi assocoates are fabulouly happy. His war in Iraq's making them tons of money, While we all pray winters are warmer and sunny. And your SUV mileage? He says, "Like it or dump it." As a tricycle owner he most likely will lump it. If something don't work? Guess what? He kicks it! Don't mess with President Fixit. Don't mess with President Fixit. Vote for his genius instead. You'll think he said something, but he didn't really, At least not in plain English. Maybe Bush-speak-Swahili? But he did get you thinkin' what he wanted you thinkin'. Which won't help at all when his Ship of State's sinkin', When in sheer desperation you say he was lying, And he skips alibying and sticks with denying. If something don't work? Guess what? He kicks it! Don't mess with President Fixit. Bob Carlson |