Get Along Home, Cindy
(Sung to the tune of "Cindy" by The Kingston Trio)

Satire about pResident Bush's refusal to meet with Cindy Sheehan (whose son Casey was killed in Iraq in the war that Bush started) while vacationing at his Prairie Chapel Ranch in Crawford, Texas

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As sung by Emperor Dubya Bush:

I fished at Prairie Chapel,
And chopped wood from a tree.
I will not meet her; Cindy blasts me
On the news, I see.

Get along home, Cindy, Cindy...
Get alone home, Cindy, Cindy...
Get alone home, Cindy, Cindy...
To win my war, need time.

My fans like my religion,
And they support my war.
Now there's no place that I can go
Where grieving parents aren't sore!

Get along home, Cindy, Cindy...
Get alone home, Cindy, Cindy...
Get alone home, Cindy, Cindy...
To win my war, need time.

She said she wants to see me;
My war had killed her son.
Protestors now surround me.
Vacation time's soon done.

Get along home, Cindy, Cindy...
Get alone home, Cindy, Cindy...
Get alone home, Cindy, Cindy...
To win my war, need time.

Protestors hoot and holler;
Accuse me of war crime.
The press should bar or hide her,
'Cause she's yapping all the time.

Get along home, Cindy, Cindy...
Get alone home, Cindy, Cindy...
Get alone home, Cindy, Cindy...
To win my war, need time.

For the last time, go tell Cindy
I won't see her, nor look.
My war's gone south, with more troops dead
My poll support's been shook.

Get along home, Cindy, Cindy...
Get alone home, Cindy, Cindy...
Get alone home, Cindy, Cindy...
To win my war, need time.

Get along home, Cindy, Cindy...
Get alone home, Cindy, Cindy...
Get alone home, Cindy, Cindy...
To win my war, need time.