[lbo-talk] Lyrics to Bush's song

[B.]

[Wow. Talk about flip. Wacky lyrics about breaking the
law or withholding documents in secret at the White
House, going to war, pardoning criminals -- and using
the word "dis," too.  -B.]

    I spend my days clearing brush

    I clear my head of all the fuss

    Oh, like the fuss you made over Harriet and
Brownie

    Down the lane, I look out

    Here comes Scooter

    Finally free of the prosecutor

    It’s good to touch the brown, brown grass of home.

    I awake and look around me

    At the oval walls that surround me

    And I realize I was only dreaming

    There’s Condi and Dick, my old compadre

    Talking to me about some oil-rich Saudi

    But soon, I’ll touch the brown, brown grass of
home

    Yes you’re all gonna miss me

    The way you used to quiz me

    But soon I’ll touch the brown, brown grass of home

    [inaudible] Dick Cheney strolling with documents
he’s been withholding

    It’s good to touch the brown, brown grass of home

    Yes you’re all gonna miss me

    The way you used to diss me

    But soon I’ll touch the brown, brown grass of
home.