But he didn't do a good job to me
Just a couple of warships and a stupid Smart Bomb.
Now, I don't blame him for leaving Saddam alive
But the dumbest thing I can describe
Was letting me, his boy, try to finish 'em.
Well, y'all must think that quite a joke
And you can stand up 'gainst it like Chomsky folk
It seems I had to shoot off my whole mush.
Some Frog would niggle, a German stall
The Russians cried to leave it all
I tell ya, life ain't easy for a boy named Bush!
Well, I got a friend and I got him quick,
Lil' Tony his name and we're thin and thick
And we roam from place to place to change their view.
But I made a vow to my dear ol' pater
That I'd boil his ass like an ol' po-tater,
And kill that made who made my daddy stew.
Well it was UN-HQ in cold mid-winter
I'd just hit town with the proof to hinder
All the folks who want to hold us back.
At a conference table down in the gloom
They laughed at me from round the room
And said we still would not attack Iraq
Well I knew those snakes were out to stop me
I said "What's so wrong 'bout a good ol' bombing?"
But they just sat and hummed and hawed some more.
So I called upon my new friend Tony
He galloped in upon his pony
And said "Dear fellows, your nature I implore!
Don't let this madman be an obstruction,
With his nasty bombs of mass destruction
We need to strike him fast and do it soon!"
But they all just sat and looked down floorward
And not a one could be moved forward
So me and Tony went to fight alone.
I tell ya, we've had tougher battles
But this ol' dude's a snake who rattles
And his moustache damn near scared us all to death.
So what to do, we all did think
When faced with a man upon the brink
Who could melt a tower building with his breath?
He said "My fellows you are wrong
We never had those bombs at all,
You just were worried in case you lost our oil!
But that was that for this here man
And me and Tony made a plan
Cos we weren't lettin' our cool war be spoiled.
So we sent our troops out to shoot him good
All dressed in green like Robin Hood
And managed to piss off the Arab states.
Now the UN boys they all did tangle
And all our plans were in a fangle
My god, did this ol' boy need some new mates!
I got choked up and threw down my bombs
And I called him "Buddy" and he called me "Dumb"
Then we came away with a different point of view.
But I think about him, now and then,
Everytime I think how could he have won
And if I ever have a son, I think I'll gonna tell him
Son, just stay away. He'll get what's due him soon...
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