Saturday, April 24, 2004

Beverly Bushhillies

Okay, I promise, I'll just post this one up and
be done with it...But, let's face it, we all need
a little bit of humor about now!

Sung to the tune of the BEVERLY HILLBILLIES theme song.

(It's funnier when you sing it to yourself)

Come and listen to my story 'bout a boy named Bush.
His IQ was zero and his head was up his tush.
He drank like a fish while he's driving' all about,
But that didn't matter 'cuz his daddy bailed him out.
DUI, that is...criminal record...cover up.

Well, the first thing you know little Georgie goes to Yale.
He can't spell his name but they never let him fail.
He spends all his time hangin' out with student folk And
that's when he learns how to snort a line of coke.
Blow, that is...white gold....nose candy.

The next thing you know there's a war in Nam.
Kin folks say, "Georgie boy, you stay with Mom."
Let the common people get killed, maimed and scarred.
We'll buy you a nice spot in the Texas Air Guard.
Cushy, that clubs....nose candy.

Twenty years later George gets a little bored.
He trades in the booze, says that Jesus is his Lord.
He said, "Now the White House is the place I wanna be."
So he called his daddy's friends and they called the GOP.
Gun owners, that is....Falwell....Jesse Helms.

Come November 7, the election ran late.
Kin folks said, "Jeb, give the boy your state!"
"Don't let those colored folks get into the polls."
So they put up barricades so they couldn't punch their holes.
Chads, that is...Duvall County....Miami -Dade.

Before the votes were counted five Supremes stepped
in, Told all the voters,
"Hey, we want Georgie to win!"
"Stop counting votes!" was their solemn invocation.

And that's how Georgie finally got his coronation.
Rigged, that moral authority.

Y'all come vote, now. Ya hear?

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