(piano intro)

Dana Perino
Why don't you come to your senses?
All these White House offenses
are so wrong, now.
Whoa, it's a hard one
to cover up for the Bushies.
They kick us in the tushies
and hurt us somehow.

You think you're the queen of diamonds, girl
but bleed us when you're able.
A queen of hearts, you'll never be, you bet.
Now, it seems to me your statements
suggest you are quite unstable.
Bush is not the President we hoped we'd get.

Dana Perino.
Cover up for Bush the bungler.
For truth we still hunger
but lies you drive home.
And freedom, there ain't no freedom
with Bush, Cheney, Gonzales.
Their tales are tallest.
They won't leave us alone.

Don't your blood run cold in the wintertime?
The lies won't stop and the son won't shine.
It's hard to tell which scandal breaks today.
Approval ratings all-time low.
And we wish your bosses would just go
away...

Dana Perino.
Why don't you come to your senses?
End your indulgences
of every -gate.
We've all been strainin'
and there's no halo above you.
Some of us would like to love you.
(Some would like to love you!)
Some of us would like to love you...

But you threw in with the...

hate.

(piano close)