A Baker's mistake gets covered with icing,
A Surgeon's with six feet of clay.
A Carpenter's botch gets plastered and painted,
"Oh, I planned it like that," he will say.
A Chef's snafu will get more sauce --
An Actor will ad lib his line --
But Dubya -- must swing from his own petard.
Any honorable man would resign.
The Deciderer up and decided, he did,
But didn't Decider enough.
He may not Decider it straight even now,
Since Dicederatin's so tough.
Yes, Decideratin' takes all that he's got,
And still never comes out right.
Which is why he prefers just blowin' up frogs,
An' passin' out drunk every night.
On this Fourth of July, Commander Guy,
You're an international joke.
A trembling drunk, a coward, a punk
With a brain freeze-dried from coke.
You gutless wonder, you've torn asunder
The last curtain hiding your faults.
From today you're nobody's leaderer --
Just a ruptured duck tryin' to waltz.
On this Fourth of July, Commander Guy,
You're the frog with a fuse up his butt,
For you never did, and you never do,
And you never will make the cut.
You've screwed the pooch, you've shit your bed,
You're a clown out of control.
And your day is done, and your hour is come,
And your face is circling the bowl.
Flush!