03/20/05  In "honor" of the second anniversary of the quagmire in Iraq

 

"The Battle of Neo Leaners" (The Battle of New Orleans)

 

Well in nineteen and forty-six was born a little dip,
His "peoples" called him "W", they thought it sounded hip
They snookered two elections and they swiped up all the bling,
And taught the ruddy British how to have a nasty fling

He's mired our sons and our daughters in a big one,
And there ain't nigh as many as there was a while ago
He said, "Bring it on" and Iraqis came a gunnin'
From the mouth of the Euphrates to the desert oil flows

Then old Don Rumsfeld, he didn't miss a beat,
Talkin' `bout some weapons buried in or near Tikrit
He bragged about the armor that you couldn't really see,
But everyone could tell it was about the Texas Tea

The French told "W" that this just isn't done,
"You ain't freein' people at the barrel of a gun."
Old "W" said that he didn't give a damn,
He called `em pansy Frenchies, and just said, "Get with the plan."

He's mired our sons and our daughters in a big one,
And there ain't nigh as many as there was a while ago
He said, "Bring it on" and Iraqis came a gunnin'
From the mouth of the Euphrates to the desert oil flows.

Well we chased them through the river, turned Fallujah to a slum
And we brought the joy of Freedom to Iraq petroleum
The people tried to help themselves to all that they could bring,
While we sat inside our Bradleys, didn't say or do a thing

Ol' "W" said that we should just believe his lies,
That a hundred thousand people weren't just dyin' drawin' flies
He held onto the line the war was going well
And called us all traitors if we saw the living hell

He's mired our sons and our daughters in a big one,
And there ain't nigh as many as there was a while ago
He said, "Bring it on" and Iraqis came a gunnin'
From the mouth of the Euphrates to the desert oil flows.

Well he called on Gannon `til the `net exposed the clown,
We hoped that the prostitute would bring 'ol "W" down
They fill our heads with falderal, and kiss `ol Dub's behind
You have to take a powder, or you'll surely lose your mind

They'll march back home, least the ones not on a vent,
They'll all thank "W" that they can't afford their rent
And every time they think about elections and the bling
Compassionate Conservatives will really feel the sting

He's mired our sons and our daughters in a big one,
And there ain't nigh as many as there was a while ago
He said, "Bring it on" and Iraqis came a gunnin'
From the mouth of the Euphrates to the desert oil flows.

Well they'll run through their liars and they'll use up all the gambles,
Then they'll run with the Bushes to a place you'll never know
They'll run so fast that no auditor will catch `em,
Then kick back and watch their investment interest grow

He's mired our sons and our daughters in a big one,
And there ain't nigh as many as there was a while ago
He said, "Bring it on" and Iraqis came a gunnin'
From the mouth of the Euphrates to the desert oil flows.