New Words to an Old Song.

Remember the music of theme song for the Beverly Hillbillies? Heh.
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 that didn’t 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 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 said, “Now the White House is the place I wanna be.”
So he called his daddy’s friends and they called the GOP.
Gun owners, that is.
Falwell.
Jesse Helms.
Come November 7, the election ran late.
Kin folks said “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 were counted five Supremes stepped in.
Told all the voters “Hey, we want George to win.”
“Stop counting votes!” was their solemn invocation.
And that’s how George finally got his coronation.
Rigged, that is.
Illegitimate.
No moral authority.
Y’all come vote now.
Ya hear?

In the email I in which I received the above from a friend, it looks as though it was written by
Roger Owen Green
Librarian, NYS Small Business Development Center
R.Green@nyssbdc.org
If I’m wrong, I apologize to the actual lyricist.
Nevertheless:
“Patriotism means being loyal to your country all the time and to its government when it deserves it.” – Mark Twain

2 thoughts on “New Words to an Old Song.

  1. That is just the best darn thing. Thanks for the, Elaine. I am so glad I can still laugh at the outrageous, even when it is actually tragic. I guess it helps to be actively resisting it as well.

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