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 drove a car 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 up a spot in the Texas National Guard.

Cush, that is. Country clubs. Nose candy.