He took me hunting, and made me bleed.
Yeah, he’s a poor rifling, friend indeed.
Oh, I’m not saying he meant to pull the trigger, but I still fell down.
Dick Cheney shot me.

(Please call 9-1-1)
I’m not saying he meant to pull the trigger. (He made me bleed)
But the hole can’t get much bigger. (Please call 9-1-1)
I’m not saying he meant to pull the trigger. (He made me bleed)
But the hole can’t get much bigger. (Blood on my sleeve)
Shot me and I hit the ground. (Made me bleed)
Shot me and I hit the ground. (Made me bleed)
Shot me and I hit the ground. (Made me bleed)
Shot me and I-

Give Cheney bomb,
He’ll personally tract down Sadam.
Was in a quail-hunting clan,
carrying a firearm.
Cheney made sure his gun was cocked.
Trigger-happy; he kept swinging around his arm.
Shot a tree, thought it was a hawk.

They shoulda taken away his firearm, before he caused someone harm
But they were after quails, and they kept looking for one.
The rest was a blur.
Dick Cheney said he thought he’d seen a hyena.
Shot a lawyer. They all thought it was the end.
He shot this man right in the face.
You best hide your kids if this is how Cheney treats his friends.
But then, up pulled an ambulance and the all got in.
And as for the hospital bill, Cheney didn’t even pay.
If you go duck huntin’ with this man be prepared to be maimed.
Cheney would shoot his own mother.
He would miss a million quail, even if they were all in a cluster.
So lets all hope he goes huntin’ with Usher…
No matter you say, anytime Chaney has a gun, I still shudder.

(Please call 9-1-1)
I’m not saying he meant to pull the trigger. (He made me bleed)
But the hole can’t get much bigger. (Please call 9-1-1)
I’m not saying he meant to pull the trigger. (He made me bleed)
But the hole can’t get much bigger. (Blood on my sleeve)
Shot me and I hit the ground. (Made me bleed)
Shot me and I hit the ground. (Made me bleed)
Shot me and I hit the ground. (Made me bleed)
Shot me and I-

18 years, 18 years,
A civilian would be in prison for 18 years.
But Cheney’s not payin’ cause he’s in the politic biz.
And he’s real good friends with con-gress.
If you go hunting with him, any given Sunday,
you just might not make it, to see the next Monday.
You’d think the lawyer was a fool, to not sue for some money.
Dick Cheney woulda shot him, and think he’d got a bunny.
This is serious; its not funny.
Best get insured; cause Cheney might shoot your mommy.

(Your mommy)
If you don’t wanna be shot holla: I’m a human!
I’M A HUMAN!, Yeaah
With Cheney, a bulletproof vest is something you’ve got to have.
Cause he will shoot you until you split in half.
18 years, 18 years,
A civilian would be in prison for 18 years.

(Please call 9-1-1)
I’m not saying he meant to pull the trigger. (He made me bleed)
But the hole can’t get much bigger. (Please call 9-1-1)
I’m not saying he meant to pull the trigger. (He made me bleed)
But the hole can’t get much bigger. (Blood on my sleeve)
Shot me and I hit the ground. (Made me bleed)
Shot me and I hit the ground. (Made me bleed)
Shot me and I hit the ground. (Made me bleed)
Shot me and I-

Now I ain’t sayin he meant to pull the Trigger. He didn’t see.
But I’d never take Cheney quail huntin with me!
You go out with him, dressed to blend with the leaves.
He might shoot you in the back. A bulletproof vest, you need.
But while your huntin, be sure to watch him.
He might shoot at you and think you’re a chipmunk.
He got that killer-psycho look in his eyes.
This week he huntin quail, next week he’s huntin guys.
So, stay inside.
Get under the couch and hide.
Cause upsetting Cheney’s better then dying.
But I’m sure his aim doesn’t always fail.
And one day, he’ll get lucky and actually shoot a quail!

Get down guys, hurry up, get down!
Get down guys, hurry up, get down!
Get down guys, hurry up, get down!
[Dick Cheney’s coming]
Lets sneak out the back…