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Won it all from his old friends - they're called the Supreme Court.
Said Bush couldn't now lose (the Republican way).
They said, "Stop!  No recounts - Dubya's picked for the top post."
Now Bush gives them a standing ovation today.

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(Sung by Dubya:)
The Supremes had to hurry for me to win my fight.
I like Washington now, and I call it my home.
I don't care what you say, so I'll just do what I like.
Got ahead through my charmed life - leave me alone!

John Ashcroft said Bush had to listen to his right wing rants.
Bush has the arrogance of bein' rich by circumstance.
He's mistake-prone,
Yet stole the throne.
Bush still is weak in mind,
Won't improve with time.

Bush will tell you: you can't weep and moan 'bout the strange race.
He will tell you you can't wish for somebody else.
Ah, but sooner or later, this creep falls on his face.
Commentators will say he'll make up something else.

(instrumental break)

(Sung by Dubya:)
The Supremes had to hurry for me to win my fight.
I like Washington now, and I call it my home.
I don't care what you say, so I'll just do what I like.
Got ahead through my charmed life - leave me alone!

John Ashcroft said Bush had to listen to his right wing rants.
Bush has the arrogance of bein' rich by circumstance.
He's mistake-prone,
Yet stole the throne.
Bush still is weak in mind,
Won't improve with time.

Bush will tell you: you can't weep and moan 'bout the strange race.
He will tell you you can't wish for somebody else.
Ah, but sooner or later, this creep falls on his face.
Commentators will say he'll make up something else.

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