BALLAD OF W - to the tune of Ballad of the Green Berets
Vietnam is not for me,
I belong to the bourgeoisie,
I asked dad to pull some strings,
Now I’ve got Texas Air Guard wings!
CHORUS:
Put yellow wings
On W’s chest,
He’s got pull from the rich and blest,
Other boys will fight and die,
But W Bush will see clear blue sky
AWOL is where W went,
A physical was not time well spent,
Breaking vows he pledged to keep,
But no one yelled or made a peep,
CHORUS
Back in Nam, a Swift boat starts,
Manned by one with Purple Hearts,
He chose the toughest row to hoe,
While W used daddy’s quid pro quo
CHORUS
Now it’s two thousand and four,
And we’ve got another war,
Do you want a schmuck like Bush?
Or should you say, “W, kiss my tush!”?
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