MR. BUSH SENDS HIS REGRETS
MR. BUSH SENDS HIS REGRETS
words and music
copyright © 2011 by
Roy Zimmerman and Melanie Harby
copyright © 2011 by
Roy Zimmerman and Melanie Harby
When Obama
Got Osama
He said, “My fellow Americans...uh, comma...”
And proceeded to propose a day of healing
A day of feeling peace of mind and brotherhood
And he asked George Bush to be there if he could
And right away George Bush said,”Naw, I’m good”
Mister Bush sends his regrets
He will not be joining you at Ground Zero today
He must tend to his briquettes
And he doesn’t feel like playin’ a hero today
Go ahead and take your victory lap
He’ll take his own
A victory nap
It’s a fine moment to share
So Mister Bush regrets to say he must be anywhere but there
He just washed his conscience and he can’t do a thing with it.
Mister Bush sends his regards
And he hopes no one will misunderestimate him
He’ll be home nursing his nards
Playing chess with Barney, doing his best to mate him...
At chess
He’s a private man, except to promote
The recent release
Of the book he quote “wrote”
About his pet goat
You got your man - Isn’t that swell?
But Mister Bush regrets to tell you he’s A.W.O.L.
Omission accomplished
Your invitation got on his nerves
He feels he doesn’t get the credit he deserves
‘Cause after all, it was George Bush who said
“Smoke ‘em outta their holes alive or dead.”
And also, “Truly, I am not that concerned about bin Laden.”
Mister Bush RSVP’s
In the negative, in case you missed the hesitancy
He enjoys a life of ease
Also fantasy and role play like his presidency
And 90,000 troops in Afghanistan
Say, “Right on, Dude
Sounds like a plan.”
The surge with no end
And the Neo-Con agenda
Guantanamo Bay
And bin Laden got away
Donald Rumsfeld, Dick Cheney
Depleted uranium
Civilian casualties
And four million refugees
And no WMD’s
And no exit strategies
And the strut and the smirk
And the similes that just don’t work
And the obvious lies
And the deer-in-the-headlight eyes
And a nation full of unemployed vets
These are not among the things that Mister Bush regrets
So he won’t be on the scene
But he will be on the green
And what’s he do all day?
Putz
Got Osama
He said, “My fellow Americans...uh, comma...”
And proceeded to propose a day of healing
A day of feeling peace of mind and brotherhood
And he asked George Bush to be there if he could
And right away George Bush said,”Naw, I’m good”
Mister Bush sends his regrets
He will not be joining you at Ground Zero today
He must tend to his briquettes
And he doesn’t feel like playin’ a hero today
Go ahead and take your victory lap
He’ll take his own
A victory nap
It’s a fine moment to share
So Mister Bush regrets to say he must be anywhere but there
He just washed his conscience and he can’t do a thing with it.
Mister Bush sends his regards
And he hopes no one will misunderestimate him
He’ll be home nursing his nards
Playing chess with Barney, doing his best to mate him...
At chess
He’s a private man, except to promote
The recent release
Of the book he quote “wrote”
About his pet goat
You got your man - Isn’t that swell?
But Mister Bush regrets to tell you he’s A.W.O.L.
Omission accomplished
Your invitation got on his nerves
He feels he doesn’t get the credit he deserves
‘Cause after all, it was George Bush who said
“Smoke ‘em outta their holes alive or dead.”
And also, “Truly, I am not that concerned about bin Laden.”
Mister Bush RSVP’s
In the negative, in case you missed the hesitancy
He enjoys a life of ease
Also fantasy and role play like his presidency
And 90,000 troops in Afghanistan
Say, “Right on, Dude
Sounds like a plan.”
The surge with no end
And the Neo-Con agenda
Guantanamo Bay
And bin Laden got away
Donald Rumsfeld, Dick Cheney
Depleted uranium
Civilian casualties
And four million refugees
And no WMD’s
And no exit strategies
And the strut and the smirk
And the similes that just don’t work
And the obvious lies
And the deer-in-the-headlight eyes
And a nation full of unemployed vets
These are not among the things that Mister Bush regrets
So he won’t be on the scene
But he will be on the green
And what’s he do all day?
Putz
