Bush the tragic puppet, Loved to snort the C, And frolicked in a big White House, In Washington, D.C. Bush the tragic puppet, Loved to snort the C, And frolicked in a big White House, In Washington, D.C.
Little Dickey Cheney, Loved that puppet, Bush, Whenever Dick would want a war, His buttons he would push. Bush the tragic puppet, Loved to snort the C, And frolicked in a big White House, In Washington, D.C.
Separately they traveled, Never at one time, Cheney kept his profile low, Whenever Bush was flyin', Petty vassal tyrants, And Blair of Downing Street, Would kiss the tush of puppet Bush, And likewise Cheney's feet.
Now a puppet lives forever, 'Cause his head is made of wood, Just pull his string, he'll dance and sing, All around the neighborhood. One sad day it happened, Dick Cheney pulled a coup, And Bush the tragic puppet, Didn't know what he should do.
First he asked Don Rumsfeld, Then Condoleeza Rice, Then he finally asked his Daddy, To give him some advice. His Daddy answered Junior, "Well, that's the way life goes," So Bush the tragic puppet, Shoved a straw back up his nose.
Oh, Bush the tragic puppet, Loved to snort the C, And frolicked in a big White House, In Washington, D.C. Bush the tragic puppet, Loved to snort the C, And frolicked in a big White House, In Washington, D.C.
Disclaimer: The title character of this song is purely fictional. Any similarity to an actual person is purely coincidental. :-)