Saturday, March 15, 2008

Saturday Song Parody

Dubya B. Goode
(to the tune of Johnny B. Goode by Chuck Berry)
© 2005

Way down in Midland Texas with the stinky smells,
That came from all the pumps on daddy's oil wells,
There stood a big mansion made of french-milled wood,
Where lived a little retard name of Dubya B. Goode.
He never ever learned to read or think so well,
But he could take the country on a trip to hell.

Go, Dubya, go.
Go, Dubya, go.
Go go,
Dubya B. Goode.

He used to drink his whiskey from a paper sack,
And he used to snort his coke from a mirror back.
He didn't have enough sense to go and sit in the shade,
He was spendin' all the money that his daddy made.
He deserted the National Guard,
I guess he found that the guardin's too hard.

Go, Dubya, go.
Go, Dubya, go.
Go go,
Dubya B. Goode.

His mama hoped like daddy he would be a man,
That he would be president of the whole damn land.
She got her wish and I guess we found,
Even a president can be a big assclown.
Now he says presidentin's hard work,
We know Dubya B. Goode's a jerk.

Go, Dubya, go.
Go, Dubya, go.
Go go,
Dubya B. Goode.

1 Comment:

mrln said...

I love this one!