In anticipation of today's unfortunate announcement that a third member of the Bush family might be propelled into the Oval Office, I wrote this little ditty inspired by their simple charms.
I hope this helps get some of us through this day dominated by Jeb's down-home drivel.
My prediction: The one who fakes sincerity the best in 2016 wil be our next president.
Sung to the tune from the theme of the TV classic The Beverly Hillbillies
The Ballad of Jeb Bush
Come ‘n listen to my story ‘bout a man named Jeb
A rich man’s son who looked to be well fed
And then one day he was shootin’ with some fool
When he got to thinkin’ he could be a president, too
… ‘Publican, that is … like W …. And Poppy, too.
Well, the first thing you know ol’ Jeb’s the front runner
Kin folk says, Jeb move away from there
Washin-tony is the place you oughta be
So he rolled up the Leer jet and moved ‘em to D.C.
… where politics and money mix
… and the vittles is good, but the vote’s a fix.
Well, we wish we could say good-bye to Jeb and all his kin
‘Cuz they give us three recessions and two wars that we din’t win
With so many people here that are big on liberty
Why does we only get to pick a Bush or Hillary?
… Clinton, that is … set a spell, take your shoes off...
Y’all come back in four years now, hear?