(sung to the tune of "I Am a Rock")
A cold spring day,
And my rating's in the crapper...
I will stay the course!
I don't feel bad for Saddam, he tried to kill my dad,
It's all their fault for making me feel bad.
I am a fool,
I am the president!
I had capital,
A mandate of the people;
At least that's what Karl told me.
I have no need of allies, allies give me gas,
All the little folk are just pains in the ass.
I am a putz,
I am the president!
I talk of peace,
While I'm gearing up for war.
Why don't the rabble care for me?
I won't disturb Dick Cheney, he'll shoot me in the face
When the pictures show how good he looks in lace
I'll bomb Iraq,
Then I'll bomb Ireland!
I love my nukes!
Oh, they give me such a woody!
I am shielded from the people.
Hiding from the crowds, no talk is allowed,
I'll fuck with you but no one fucks with me.
I've bombed Iraq,
I'll bomb Rhode Island!
And I'm feeling no pain,
And Jack Daniels never lies...
(This is from the third act of
Booshapalooza!, a yet unpublished {and, to be honest, never thought-of, until now} musical outlining the many accomplishments of Dubya Boosh. It's a short musical.)