Sung to the tune of The Dead Milkmen's
Punk Rock Girl.One Saturday I took a walk to Longhorn Land
I met a girl there
Who'd just finished a keg stand
Jenna Bush please look at me
Jenna Bush what do you see?
All your classes may go WHOOSH
But you're for me Jenna Bush
I tapped her on the shoulder
And said would you like a beer?
Her secret service agent
Kicked me in the ear
Jenna Bush give me a hug
Jenna Bush call off your thug
My spinal cord is crushed
But you're for me Jenna Bush
We went to a night club
In downtown NYC
The waitress said "I'll bring
all our cheap champagne"
So we jumped up on the table
And shouted "GOP"
And the DJ played a dirty song
On the wheels of steel
It was "when you get that notion'"
So we started screamin'
"Put your backfield in motion!"
She brought me down to Crawford
For a Sunday meal
Her father took one look at me
And he began to squeal
Jenna Bush it makes no sense
That your dad's the fucking President
But I love your little tush
Yeah you're for me Jenna Bush
We went over to DC
And laughed at all the tourists
And secret service trailed us
To the White House gates
We asked for Jenna's daddy
They said "He don't work here"
We said "Well if you see Jenna's daddy
Let him know we're smokin' a fatty"
We got on Air Force One
Away we started flyin'
I said "Ain't this your dad's plane?"
She said "Fuck him, man, he's lyin'"
Jenna Bush you look so lit
Jenna Bush let's have a kid
We'll name her Barbara Bush
Just you and me
The newspapers will gush
'Bout you and me
Now, when I pull you push
Just you and me
JENNA BUUUUUUUUUSH