by George "Dubya" Bush
Seems like many years ago,
I left my mind behind,
Somewhere down in Crawford,
I was wasted and destroyed my mind,
That's where I met my good pal Dick Cheney,
Who told me he owned oil refineries,
I could kiss him if not for my sexuality,
We would set oil, not people free,
By liberating billionaires and their money,
God assures,
Us that Dubya is just a four-letter word
Outside my ranch in Texas,
Sheehan sits there everyday,
She's better keep her mouth-shut, too,
Or she'll meet the CIA,
My experience was limited, but my Dad,
Was President, and voters had been had,
Those black folks off the rolls seemed awfully mad,
The Hurricane refief, oops, that was my bad,
The tide's turned,
And they think Dubya is just a four-letter word
With my mistakes unnoticed,
And the media playing my games,
I can call any media liberal,
And the elites will be called names,
Searching for Fox News on my TV,
I feel comfort that they have Liddy and Hannity,
And give credit to Rove's pal Scooter Libby,
They offer brain-deads like me sympathy,
We can be heard,
And say that Dubya is just a four-letter word
Though I never knew just what I meant,
When I was speaking to this land,
But I understand this much of it,
If you speak against me you are banned,
After lying enough times to pretend I know,
I say ban Air America Radio,
And newspapers and The Daily Show,
Who believe evolution started long ago,
But on this world God would bestow,
A leader who would give the world,
The bird,
And Dubya is just a four-letter word
Adapted from Bob Dylan's Love Is Just A Four-Letter Word