Beverly Bush Billies
Come and listen to my story
'bout a boy named Bush. His IQ was zero, and his head was up his
tush. He drank like a fish while he was drivin' all about. But that
didn't matter 'cuz his daddy bailed him out.
DUI, that is. Criminal record. Cover-up.
Well, the first thing you know, little Georgie goes to Yale. He
can't spell his name but they never let him fail. He spends all
his time hangin' out with student folk. And that's when he learns
how to snort a line of coke.
Blow, that is. White gold. Nose candy.
The next thing you know there's a war in Vietnam. Kin folks say,
"George, stay at home with Mom." Let the common people
get maimed and scarred. We'll buy you a spot in the Texas Air Guard.
Cushy, that is. Country clubs. Nose candy.
Twenty years later George gets a little bored. He trades in the
booze, says that Jesus is his Lord. He said, "Now the White
House is the place I wanna be." So he called his daddy's friends
and they called the GOP.
Gun owners, that is. Falwell. Jesse Helms.
Come November 7, the election ran late. Kin folks said "Jeb,
give the boy your state! "Don't let those colored folks get
into the polls." So they put up barricades so they couldn't
punch their holes.
Chads, that is. Palm Beach County. Miami-Dade.
Before the votes were counted, five Supremes stepped in. Told all
the voters "Hey, we want George to win." "Stop counting
votes!" was their solemn invocation. And that's how George
finally got his coronation.
Rigged, that is. Illegitimate. No moral authority.
Y'all go vote now. Ya hear?
