The Ballad Of G.W.Bush - Sung to the tune of The Beverly Hillbillies

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 drove 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 Vietnam.
Kin folks say,
"George, stay at home with Mom."
Let the common people
get all maimed and scarred.
We'll buy you a spot
in the Texas Air Guard.

Cushy, that is.
Country 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.
Duval County.
Miami-Dade.

Before the votes were counted
five Supremes stepped in.
Told all the voters "Hey,
we want George to win."
"Stop counting votes!"
was their solemn invocation.
And that's how George
finally got his coronation.

Rigged, that is.
Illegitimate.
No moral authority.

Y'all come vote now. Ya hear?