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This is the tale, the tale of a twat
A twat who sent forces to spat in Iraq
The U.N. said, “No!” to this twat in the hat
This twat who still went to fight in Iraq
Our twat in the hat, George, that’s his name
He thought this was all a rather great game
A game he invited some more twats to play
And Blair in the U.K. shouted, “Hooray!”
George had a friend, a bud, a close chum
Cheney the twat who owned a big gun
Now Cheney had shares, some corporate connections
Both he and pal George had Iraqi obsessions
Well some say that George, our number one twat
Did it for dad, that stint in Iraq
Unfinished business his father did start
George from his dad no Arab would part
Twat number two, George’s chum Cheney
His lies about weapons were all rather crazy
But money was all that this twat was after
WMDs, what a disaster!
Twat number one and twat number two
Told us some lies, but only a few
Lies they were few, but none of them true
Still congress, it followed, twat one and twat two
But they weren’t alone in this mischievous act
They sent their boy Colin to the U.N. to bat
And bat Colin did, boy what an actor
He held up some anthrax, I mean coke he sniffed after
They sang long and loud about clouds to the crowds
Scary old “nucular”, mushroomy shrouds
“He has them,” they said, twat one and twat two
Big WMDs, our doubts are quite few
Then off to Iraq with the help of Miss Rice
Following none of the people’s advice
Advice from the people, that was a threat
A threat that simply had to be met
Now how do you think this twat and his croney
Intended to deal with the people’s bolony?
“Baloney,” they thought, there’s only one way
We’ll spy and then we’ll lock them away.
But off in the distance, a far away place
No WMDs, now how to save face?
“Fool you twice,” or something like that
“They simply are there,” said the twat in Iraq
Not a weapon was found, but they did find Saddam
Glum, old Saddam who looked like a bum
And up by his neck the glum, bum was hung
The neck of dictator, Iraqi Saddam
“Is that the end?” I hear you asking
I wish that it were, but this tale is long lasting
On the tale went for eight scary years
While the twat in Iraq ignored all the sneers
They picked him again, again don’t you know
Except for his fans, it was a very hard blow
They had chosen again this buffoon, this great twat
This twat who still sought all the oil in Iraq
In the years after that, well our story gets worse
You’d almost have said it was under a curse
A curse on this place where rights had been banished
Where into Katrina New Orleans vanished
That too was his fault, the fault of our twat
Our twat who had simply invaded Iraq
And while New Orleans starved, this twat sent a shooter
A shooter who had to take care of the looter
The poor they got poorer and health care it stank
Surely all this was a jolly old prank
After all there were rights, the rights of the people
But they people had all been turned into sheeple
Time it passed slowly and Iraq is a mess
When it would end was anyone’s guess
The sheeple grew tired, his ratings grew low
But our twat’s great big ego, it only could grow
He messed in the east, he messed east of the west
For he was the who, the who that knew best
He didn’t like Hammas, “How could they win?”
And he stirred up some trouble that caused a great din
Eventually all of our twats’ time had passed
It passed, the twats’ time, over at last
The sheeple they voted for a man who was black
So that they would be freed from the twat in Iraq.
This is the tale, the tale of a twat
A twat who sent forces to spat in Iraq
The U.N. said, “No!” to this twat in the hat
This twat who still went to fight in Iraq
Our twat in the hat, George, that’s his name
He thought this was all a rather great game
A game he invited some more twats to play
And Blair in the U.K. shouted, “Hooray!”
George had a friend, a bud, a close chum
Cheney the twat who owned a big gun
Now Cheney had shares, some corporate connections
Both he and pal George had Iraqi obsessions
Well some say that George, our number one twat
Did it for dad, that stint in Iraq
Unfinished business his father did start
George from his dad no Arab would part
Twat number two, George’s chum Cheney
His lies about weapons were all rather crazy
But money was all that this twat was after
WMDs, what a disaster!
Twat number one and twat number two
Told us some lies, but only a few
Lies they were few, but none of them true
Still congress, it followed, twat one and twat two
But they weren’t alone in this mischievous act
They sent their boy Colin to the U.N. to bat
And bat Colin did, boy what an actor
He held up some anthrax, I mean coke he sniffed after
They sang long and loud about clouds to the crowds
Scary old “nucular”, mushroomy shrouds
“He has them,” they said, twat one and twat two
Big WMDs, our doubts are quite few
Then off to Iraq with the help of Miss Rice
Following none of the people’s advice
Advice from the people, that was a threat
A threat that simply had to be met
Now how do you think this twat and his croney
Intended to deal with the people’s bolony?
“Baloney,” they thought, there’s only one way
We’ll spy and then we’ll lock them away.
But off in the distance, a far away place
No WMDs, now how to save face?
“Fool you twice,” or something like that
“They simply are there,” said the twat in Iraq
Not a weapon was found, but they did find Saddam
Glum, old Saddam who looked like a bum
And up by his neck the glum, bum was hung
The neck of dictator, Iraqi Saddam
“Is that the end?” I hear you asking
I wish that it were, but this tale is long lasting
On the tale went for eight scary years
While the twat in Iraq ignored all the sneers
They picked him again, again don’t you know
Except for his fans, it was a very hard blow
They had chosen again this buffoon, this great twat
This twat who still sought all the oil in Iraq
In the years after that, well our story gets worse
You’d almost have said it was under a curse
A curse on this place where rights had been banished
Where into Katrina New Orleans vanished
That too was his fault, the fault of our twat
Our twat who had simply invaded Iraq
And while New Orleans starved, this twat sent a shooter
A shooter who had to take care of the looter
The poor they got poorer and health care it stank
Surely all this was a jolly old prank
After all there were rights, the rights of the people
But they people had all been turned into sheeple
Time it passed slowly and Iraq is a mess
When it would end was anyone’s guess
The sheeple grew tired, his ratings grew low
But our twat’s great big ego, it only could grow
He messed in the east, he messed east of the west
For he was the who, the who that knew best
He didn’t like Hammas, “How could they win?”
And he stirred up some trouble that caused a great din
Eventually all of our twats’ time had passed
It passed, the twats’ time, over at last
The sheeple they voted for a man who was black
So that they would be freed from the twat in Iraq.
