I'm raisin' a glass
And makin' a toast
Here's to the father, son and Holy Ghost:
The 'father's George Bush number one;
And then, of course, I am the 'son';
Then there's God - three for one
Mmmmm

I'm telling a tale
Of how a dumb kid
Became a man who did the things I did
So just lean back and set awhile
While I recall it with a smile...

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Things could be worse for me these days:
Got a nice wife, two lovely daughters
Got a White House, got lots of clout
And I'm rich as all hell
Job's been rough the last few years --
Doin' my best, but got detractors
Will I win the war? Will I win 'four more'? Only time will tell...

Oh, I remember all the kids that I knew back at Midland High
We were always skirt chasin' and were always shit-faced, oh my...
We acted real brash 'cause our dads had lots of cash to buy...
Good grades... straight As --
"What is your pleasure - Brown or Yale?"

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O-oh, o-oh, o-o-o-o-o-o-oh...
O-oh, o-oh, o-o-o-o-oh...

This junior Bush was a
Pain in the tush to all the
Teachers that I ever had
Cocky and rude, and a
terrible student -- an
arrogant lad;
Nothing was I like my father:
I could have studied, but hell, why bother?
Daddy had money enough to last all of my life,
Hell, it's high school -- you party... then Harvard, a house and a wife
O-oh, o-oh, o-o-o-o-o-o-oh
O-oh, o-oh, o-o-o-o-oh

Laura was popular, but
She wrecked her car while she was
Carelessly driving one night;
Hadn't been drinking, she
Just wasn't thinking
About the red light*
Killing a friend and a classmate
Gave Laura Welch a new lifetime mandate:
Lead a responsible, useful, dependable life - oh and
Don't you know Laura turned out to be that kind of wife...
O-oh, o-oh, o-o-o-o-o-o-oh

But first, off to college for learnin' and knowledge (though Laura learned far more than George);
Then daddy's connections were used to perfection to help me stay out of the war;
I wanted a bride, and so soon an alliance between our two families was forged
O-o-o-oh, o-o-o-oh

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I got me a gig working with oil rigs, but I didn't have daddy's 'black thumb';
I bought me a ball team, where it didn't at all seem a problem the owner was dumb;
But this Texas Ranger was always in danger when he added coke to his rum
O-o-o-oh, o-o-o-oh

Daddy chastised me, and he
Strongly advised me that my
Drinking would not be ignored, so I
Turned to the cross and I
Turned from the 'sauce' with the
Help of the Lord;
Soon as this ship found its lighthouse,
The Governor's Mansion, and then the White House!
Life is much better than I ever hoped it could be, oh it's
All three for one, and it's all hell for leather --
Anything's possible when we're together:
My daddy on Earth, my Father in Heaven and me...
O-oh, o-oh, o-o-o-o-o-o-oh
O-oh, o-oh, o-o-o-o-o-o-oh
O-oh, o-oh, o-o-o-o-o-o-oh

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I'm raisin' a glass
And makin' a toast
To the father, son and Holy Ghost!
I can have anything I want,
Cause they're my daddies, I'm their son