Hic hic
Hic hic

Since Bill Clinton dissed his wife
He's the world's biggest lowlife
And Bush dissed the whole U.N.
He's a giant among men

And a guy lands on the sun
Around without his suit he'll run
And he'll tell those Houston guys
He needs a warmer coat


Hic hic
Hic Hic

When you are the president
Your mandate is heaven sent
And you know that Britney Spears
Is the best writer in years

And a guy lands on the sun
Around without his suit he'll run
And he'll tell those Houston guys
He needs a warmer coat



We'll give Ken Lay high praise guys
We'll give the rich a raise by
Taxing and stealing from the poor

Hic hic
Hic hic
Hic hic

And a guy lands on the sun
Around without his suit he'll run
And he'll tell those Houston guys
He needs a warmer coat

We'll give Ken Lay high praise guys
We'll give the rich a raise by
Taxing and stealing from the poor

Hic hic

You should not feel bad cause of war
No no
You should not feel bad cause of war
No no
No no
No no