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A child arrived nineteen forty-six.
He came from a dad who would play dirty tricks.
And there were planes to catch, hush money paid.
The dad went to war, but the kid was afraid.
And he was talking for so long but proved he never knew.
He said, "I'm gonna be like you, Dad.
You know I'm gonna be like you."

And attacks with the label of the "liberal loon."
About Mike Dukakis, old George sang that tune.
"When you comin' home, Dad?" "In ninety-three.
Then you'll be set up to succeed me.
You're set up to succeed me."

He got elected in the Lone Star State.
Around energy companies he passed the plate.
Ran for President, without fair play.
Well, you finished second, George, he said, "That's okay."
And he walked away with a smile that's a smirk.
I said, "This is never gonna work, man.
You know it's never gonna work."

But attacks with the label of the "liberal loon."
Democrats in Congress, he hit with that tune.
"When you'll get bin Laden?" "Well, I don't know when
but I'll get Saddam Hussein, then.
You know we'll have a good time then."

Well, Hussein was clobbered just the other day.
So much like a man, I heard John Kerry say,
"'Mission accomplished' ain't so, won't be for a while."
Bush shook his head, and he said with a smile,
"What I'd really like, Dad, is to borrow ol' Karl Rove."
Lies about the Swift Boat days, that's what he wove.

And attacks with the label of the "liberal loon."
Fifty-one percent of people bought that tune.
When the troops come home? "Well, I don't know when.
But I'll cut taxes again, son.
For all my rich friends again."

New Orleans is mired, our jobs gone away.
We passed the 9/11 toll in Iraq today.

I said, "I'd like to impeach, if you don't mind."
I hear, "You leftard scum, pedo-bortion slime!"

You see, Bush failure is a hassle, credibilty's through
but the right-wingers still insult you, folks.
They just don't give a damn about you.

And as I wrapped up this song, it occurred to me:
The boy didn't keep us free.
All along, it was you and me.

And attacks with the label of the "liberal loon."
Soon we'll hear from a saracstic goon.
When you comin', honey? I don't care when.
But Bush's days are coming to an end, yeah.
We're gonna have a good time then.

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