Tries to sound like a big strong man,
"Uncle Dick" is a pussy vam-
pire, got us into a terrible jam
Over yonder in "Iraqnam."
He toted books, his deferment won;
The coward never wielded a gun.

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Now he drums, fumes, screams for us to stay at war.
Where was he in Vietnam?
Other-priorities man.
Never die unless he should stays out at night too late
He sucks…the damn treasury dry,
And worse, this vampire won't die.

Dick's in his coffer, countin' cash;
The no-bid contracts are comin' fast.
A flag-draped coffin serves as his bed
All during the day cuz Dick's one of the undead.
He oughta be workin' for the mob,
Bloodsucking bagman for a con job.

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Down to Wall Street Dick'll go
When George pretends to run the show.
Plenty oil money to be made
By startin' a war that's a charade.
But late at night, he's sucking with aplomb
With his teeth mighty sharp and long.

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The mother blusters about Iraq;
A yellow streak runs right down his back.
His yellow fangs will masticate
Your vein, on which he'll salivate.
To eliminate this pox:
Sunlight or stake him inside his box.

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