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Sediment, it's Bush's sediment That makes their sins so evident to all. It keeps news channels humming, While the president is strumming, While the levees fall. Who knew that he could play guitar or even carry a tune? His goal in flying over has been terribly misconstrewn – The Rolling Stones won't hire him if he's wrinkled like a prune From his sediment, that's all. Sediment, it's Bush's sediment That makes their sins so evident to all. The mayor and the gov, Working hand and glove, Never got Mike's call. He would have phoned repeatedly but was preoccupied Trying to determine where Cheney chose to hide, Fearing that he might be shovelling against the tide In the sediment, that's all. Sediment, it's Bush's sediment That makes their sins so evident to all. Like who will get to loot? Not let FEMA give a hoot? But let Blackwater shoot? Whose pals will be permitted to make money out of muck? Don't fool yourself by thinking it involves beginner's luck – Why all the trips in Air Force One? Rove fears he's run amok In his sediment, that's all.
Music & Original Lyric by Noel Coward |