You walked in, to the White House

Like you were walking into a frat

Your stands strategically tipped to please the Right

Your bearing was “spoiled brat”

You had no eyes on the Neo-Cons

As you joined them in their lies

And your own Dad dreamed that you’d been aborted

You’d been aborted, and

You’re so lame

You probably think Iraq was the right move

You’re so lame

I’ll bet you think Iraq was the right move

Don’t you?  Don’t you?

You fooled them several years ago

When many were still naive

You said you’re a compassionate conservative

And that you would not deceive

But you gave away the surpluses

And our cred-i-bil-ity

I had some dreams that the ballots were counted

Ballots were counted, and

You’re so lame

You probably think Iraq was the right move

You’re so lame

I’ll bet you think Iraq was the right move

Don’t you?  Don’t you?

I had some dreams you were bitch-slapped by Kofi

Bitch-slapped by Kofi ….

Well, I hear you went to, your ranch in Crawford

Clearing brush is all you got done

And while the whole world seemed on the edge of flames

You rode your bike and got in your run

Well, you’re in the wrong place all the time

And when you are, you’re with

Some NSA spy, or the Veep, planning war crimes

Planning more war crimes, and

You’re so lame

You probably think Iraq was the right move

You’re so lame

I’ll bet you think Iraq was the right  move

Don’t you?  Don’t you?

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P.S. Just for the record, this song is not about James Taylor.

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