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Verse "Putin, Putin, I been thinking," Bush piped from the rear, Do you win because you're pushy or for your bedroom eyes?" Mr. Putin, without blinking, whispered in his ear, "Is all of your success due, Bushie, to your cowboy disguise?" So discerning, yet still yearning to know each other better, They discussed how each must appear a good vote getter. Chorus "How're they gonna keep us down on the farm now that we've found the key? How're they gonna keep us away from foul play; letting them vote but not taking note? How're they gonna keep us from doin harm to the economy? Ev'ryone who's on the take has learned to kowtow Or they'll spend eternity in Haynes's hoosegow. How're they gonna keep us down on the farm now we know tyranny?"
Music by Walter Donaldson |