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A Shoe At the President
George, be nimble; George, be quick;
George, dodge the shoe from his hand so slick.
President Bush needed to speak in Iraq.
"You think I want to be standing here
about war, you're crazy," President Bush avers to an advisor.
The fact is troops have died.
The facts and figures about soldiers haven't lied.
I don't blame George Bush.
George Bush! George Bush!
What intonation shall I choose, dear?
Just listen to the U.S. intelligence apparatus,
and watch the whackos in Baghdad go at us.
Well, I'm just the president here.
Don't you think I'd rather have a beer.
I'm very diplomatic.
You might say, I discuss diplomacy well.
My father even headed the CIA.
So begins Mr. Bush's speech before a group of Iraqi journalists:
"Well, listen, y'all, I'm quite pleased with the progress we've
made so far on the democratic front. The institutional
structures...."--oh, sorry, Mr. Bush, here comes a shoe.
Whoa there, now wait just a minute, the Secret Service states.
Oh God, there comes the other.
Thrown right at the President, by an Iraqi journalist.
A little fearless, wouldn't you say?
I still don't know if that's the Queen or the Mad Hatter.
Did anyone ask, what's the matter?
Clearly the journalist must disagree.
Shoes won't solve anything.
I was glad to see President Bush so agile.
No--stay in your seat.
Leave your shoes on your feet.
For God's sake , keep the diplomatic relations neat.
George, dodge the shoe from his hand so slick.
President Bush needed to speak in Iraq.
"You think I want to be standing here
about war, you're crazy," President Bush avers to an advisor.
The fact is troops have died.
The facts and figures about soldiers haven't lied.
I don't blame George Bush.
George Bush! George Bush!
What intonation shall I choose, dear?
Just listen to the U.S. intelligence apparatus,
and watch the whackos in Baghdad go at us.
Well, I'm just the president here.
Don't you think I'd rather have a beer.
I'm very diplomatic.
You might say, I discuss diplomacy well.
My father even headed the CIA.
So begins Mr. Bush's speech before a group of Iraqi journalists:
"Well, listen, y'all, I'm quite pleased with the progress we've
made so far on the democratic front. The institutional
structures...."--oh, sorry, Mr. Bush, here comes a shoe.
Whoa there, now wait just a minute, the Secret Service states.
Oh God, there comes the other.
Thrown right at the President, by an Iraqi journalist.
A little fearless, wouldn't you say?
I still don't know if that's the Queen or the Mad Hatter.
Did anyone ask, what's the matter?
Clearly the journalist must disagree.
Shoes won't solve anything.
I was glad to see President Bush so agile.
No--stay in your seat.
Leave your shoes on your feet.
For God's sake , keep the diplomatic relations neat.
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A Shoe At the President
A Shoe At the President