The devil pulls strings of Georgie,
Tells him when, when not to squeal.
Georgie is drunk blind, and he has got no mind,
So he relies upon a sh*theel
Who's taken the form of a man
Yet is a founding member of Satan's Lot.

And this devil should be named Tricky Dick, but
Name taken by one in same place wrought.
In case you had forgotten
He's an infernal being, too.
They both lurk there: Lucifer's lair,
With devil-may-care crews.

Now, this Dickster is Mephisto's boy,
He's a devil, with his dupes.
He is hauling in the Halliburton gold
While the country's getting screwed
By this crooked company,
Which he is still runnin',
While pretending to be vice president,
And after Joe Wilson gunnin'.

Country, rosin down below--
The Dickster's getting' hard.
And then he yells to Georgie:
"I am gonna ride 'em, pard!"

They didn't win
In '02, the Supreme Court sold its soul
For devil Dick, who comes from a hellhole.

The devil's not named in the case
Made against his Scooter boy.
Managed to keep his fingerprints
Off of his traitorous ploy.

And so poor Scooter takes the bullet
For his boss, the evil Dick,
Whose barbed tongue springs from his gullet,
Ready for a prickly lick.

When devil's finished; in three years fled,
Along with 41's son.
We might still be stuck over there,
Fighting for the scam that they'd run.

Deficits mountin', but for one--
Devil's makin' his bucks by the ton,
Gettin' kickbacks of Halliburton dough.
Scammed us into a fight. . .oil, you know.

From Georgie's empty head
Spring strings--also from hands and feet. . .
Just a puppet who is pulled
By Devil Dick, who tells him when to speak.

Devil planned fiasco Iraq
With his familiars, some ugly men
Like Feith, Libby, and Wolfowitz
Who all should be in the pen today.

Deficits mountin', but for one--
Devil's makin' his bucks by the ton,
Gettin' kickbacks of Halliburton dough.
Creature of the night--lives down below.