No WMD's

No WMD's
(Sung to the tune of "W-O-L-D" by Harry Chapin)

(As sung by Emperor Dubya)

(instrumental intro)

I know money serves me.
World now thinks my Iraq attack's not the way to go.
I got my way, my warhawk view; and my bombing made Baghdad glow...

Remember, we're at war now; that's the way to go.
Oval Office: my place to be.
Dad vowed I'd get this job through Supreme Court hacks;
The way they carried me.
Neo-cons bid for me to go invade Iraq, 'cause my regime had run aground.
Less than two years are now left to save
Me from hell, if we all go down...

The world's mourning; they say, "There's no WMD's!"
Played 'em all for twits to screw; they'll never get to me.
The right wing's roaring voice was heard and always seen.
Saddam may be still alive; makes me vent my spleen.
I'm thinking we did try to blast and dig, and kill Saddam below.
They said that he wasn't underground (underground)...
When our bombs did blow.
So I shifted and frowned, and tried to change the focus
Of selling my war on talk shows.
Now our troops have been attacked again in Iraq,
We just don't know; as long as oil flows...

The world's mourning; they say, "There's no WMD's!"
Played 'em all for twits to screw; they'll never get to me.
The right wing's roaring voice was heard and always seen.
Saddam may be still alive; makes me vent my spleen.

Cronies making lots of money through exclusive contracts;
Hit the big time; they love me.
Foreign press is squawkin' I killed little children;
Still missin' Iraq weaponry.

Got to plot from the top, or I'm dead.
Polls falling like a bad souffle.
And I'm tired of this rut I'm sittin' in
But I want my woes to go away...

If they send back inspection teams to Iraq, they will not get far.
For I have have sent my troops 10,000 miles, to make sure I'm still czar.
I've been thinkin' of ways to stop this mockin' of me; it makes me sore.
Maybe Ashcroft could take down those who will not back my war.

I'm Old Money - that's me.
There's no one one better than me.
The whole world don't understand
Why I'm in a hurry, and I'll soon bomb Iran.

No WMD's... no WMD's... no WMD's... no WMD's... no WMD's

The world's mourning; they say, "There's no WMD's!"
Played 'em all for twits to screw; they'll never get to me.
The right wing's roaring voice was heard and always seen.
Saddam may be still alive; makes me vent my spleen.

The world's mourning; they say, "There's no WMD's!"
No WMD's... no WMD's... no WMD's... no WMD's...

(repeat final refrain and fade)

Here is alternate version, my very first Bush parody: Dubya, Don't O.D.
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