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George W.'s Hoedown

(as he celebrates his ascendancy to the White House)

Verse 1

Well I'm elected President,
            O isn't it a thrill?
I get to ride in limousines
            Though the seats are stained by Bill.
I walk in Daddy's footsteps
            But he sits in the chair
While I play in the Oval crèche,
            I think that's very fair.

Verse 2

I have all my daddy's friends
            To tell me what to do.
They tell me when to blow my nose
            And when to take a poo.
They call me "Mr. President",
            I have so many fans.
O I am so excited man,
            I almost wet my pants.

Verse 3

This is the American dream,
            My calling from the Lord
'Cept when they use them big words,
            It makes me really bored.
I prefer to take a ride
            Down to the Treasury
So I can pay back all my friends
            (rall.) Who bought those votes for me!

February 2001




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Please direct any requests for publication, in whatever form or medium, to the author, Ian Reed, at tango_poet@hotmail.com (212) 841-0341.