Port Whine
Givin’ up our harbors to the UAE,
Givin’ up our harbors to the UAE,
Suitcase nukes from across the sea,
Comin’ through the port of Miami.
Bush says, Not to worry, you can trust me.
Bush says, Not to worry, you can trust me.
He listens to my phone calls to my friend in Karachi,
While he’s givin’ up our harbors to the UAE.
Livin’ in the land of the brave and the free,
We’re livin’ in the land of the brave and the free,
Your mama wouldn’t know it if she was here to see,
‘Cuz what was free to her ain’t free to you and me.
Givin’ up our harbors to the UAE,
Givin’ up our harbors to the UAE,
Suitcase nukes from across the sea,
Comin’ through the port of Miami.
Nostalgia, With Hangover
Broken is my little red wagon,
Busted is my G.I. Joe,
Wrecked and bashed, my model planes,
Dried and cracked, my old Play Dough.
Is life worth living? Yes, I think.
‘Cuz now I’m old enough to drink.
‘Cuz now I’m old enough to drink.
Afoot And Afield With Richard Bruce Cheney...
Second U.S. Vice President in History to Shoot a Man
(The First Being Aaron Burr)
Cheney went a huntin’ wit a ladies’ gun
To bag hisse’f a couple hundred quail.
(To Cheney it’s still huntin’ if the birds are caged,
Even if that makes it hard to fail.)
Cheney went a huntin’ wit a ladies’ gun
And spun aroun’ to shoot, but even moreso,
He drew a bead and fired a load of birdy shot,
But hit his old friend Harry in the torso.