Smirking Son
(Sung to the tune of "Smoking Gun" by Robert Cray)

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(long instrumental intro)

Bush gets from Condoleeza signals, when to stall and when to drone.
And when he's wrong, Dick hits the ceiling, 'cause Bush can't be left alone.
When he broadcasts on television, Bush Baby walks, but can't run.
Karl Rove is the puppet's guru, of Senior's shrill hot shot, Smirking Son.

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Voters just want to end it; we've had our fill of his kind of fun.
Bush wants to crow, "What luck befell me! And I know that I'm not that dumb.
I used 9-1-1 to weather my past storms, and much more yet to come."
Karl Rove is the puppet's guru, of Senior's shrill hot shot, Smirking Son.

(instrumental break)

Shrub's standing there, bewildered; says can't remember 'bout 9-1-1.
He can hear the right wing whining; they try hiding what he's done.
He knows in '04, he's running; can be beaten just like a drum.
Events knock him down; he's fakin' it; that shrill hot shot, Smirking Son.

That shrill hot shot, Smirking Son.
Yes, he's fakin' it.
Shrill hot shot, Smirking Son.
Oh, he's fakin' it.
Shrill hot shot, Smirking Son.
Knock him down, fakin' it...