| Hopeless quagmire in Iraq, Gonzales and Plame |
| Approval ratings droppin' to the teens |
| Botched the job in Afghanistan, gave a pardon for a no-good man |
| And made an awful mess down in New Orleans |
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| I called my buddy Cheney, I said "Dick, I'm feelin' scared" |
| He said "George, there's nothin' we can do," yeah |
| Closer to impeachment time, we'll pay for every breach this time |
| 'Cause we broke every law that you ever knew |
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| Lame duck's just another word for nothin' left to lose |
| Nothin', that's all me and Cheney should be |
| But bein' president's easy when you tune out all the boos |
| You know, feelin' good was good enough for me |
| Good enough for my buddy Dick Cheney and me |
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| With my Texas Rangers cronies and his Halliburton scum |
| Me and Dickie bought and stole this country's soul |
| Through all kinds of screwups, through everything we done |
| Yeah, Dickie baby kept me from the cold |
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| One day now pretty soon, Lord, it's gonna slip away |
| We're lookin' for that home and I hope we find it |
| But I'd trade all o' my tomorrows for one single yesterday |
| To be holdin' Dickie's body next to mine |
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| Lame duck's just another word for nothin' left to lose |
| Nothin', that's all me and Cheney should be |
| But bein' president's easy when you tune out all the boos |
| Hey, feelin' good was good enough for me, mm-hmm |
| Good enough for my buddy Dick Cheney and me |
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