[A-List] From M E R (Middle East Realities)

[James Daly]

Sung to the tune of
"The Beverly Hillbillies"

 Come and listen to my story 'bout a boy named Bush.His IQ was zero and his 
head was up his tush.He drank like a fish while he drove all about.But it 
didn't really matter 'cuz his daddy bailed him out.DUI, that is. Criminal 
record. Cover-up. Well, the first thing you know little Georgie goes to 
Yale.He can't spell his name but they never let him fail.He spends all his 
time hangin' out with student folk.And that's when he learns how to snort a 
line of coke.Blow, that is. White gold. Nose candy. The next thing you know 
there's a war in Vietnam.Kin folks say, "George, stay at home with Mom."Let 
the common people go to get maimed and scarred.We'll buy you a spot in the 
Texas Air Guard.Cushy, that is. Country clubs. Nose candy. Twenty years 
later George gets a little bored.He trades in the booze, says that Jesus is 
his Lord.He says, "Now the White House is where I ough! ta be." So he calls 
his daddy's friends and they call the GOP.Gun owners, that is. Falwell. 
Jesse Helms.Come November 7, the elections runnin' late.Kin folks say, "Jeb, 
give the boy your state!""Don't let those colored folks get into the 
polls."So they put up barricades so they couldn't punch their holes.Chads, 
that is. Duval County. Miami-Dade. Before the votes are counted five 
Supremes step on in.They tell all the voters "Hey, we want George to 
win.""Stop counting votes!" is their solemn invocation.And that's how George 
finally goes and gets his coronation.Rigged, that is. Illegitimate. No moral 
authority.Y'all come back to vote now. Ya hear.