Getting Better?

Bush:
It's getting better all the time.

They say that I'm mad; I'm a fool--
Nothing more than Dick Cheney's tool.
Putting me down 'cause I turn words around. . .
Filling up with pricey fuel.

Yet I believe it's getting better,
A little better all the time

Chorus:
Can't get much worse.

Bush:
Yes, I believe it's getting better.

Chorus:
He's lost his mind.

Bush:
Me used up many a young man.
Me sending them off to the sand.

Chorus:
He mixes his words;
His advisers, turds.

Bush:
I'm doing as best as I can.
I really do think it's getting better.

Chorus:
At night, he's bejeweled like a woman;
He looks rather smart with his handbag and gloves.
Then, he's a queen; later, he changes scene,
And when day breaks, he's dressed like a man.

Bush:
Sho nuf, I believe it's getting better,
A little better all the time

Chorus:
Can't get much worse.

Bush:
Yes, I believe it's getting better.

Chorus:
He's lost his mind.

Bush:
Getting so much better. . . .

Chorus:
Lost his mind. . . .