Stop
Stop Stop
See the Shrub, with his cue cards prepared, entering through
the door
Sweat is glistening on his forehead and falling to the
floor
Words that Karl Rove told him are now careening through
his head
But the reporters have questions that aren't written
instead
Now he's answering, reviewing the memo's, swaying to
and fro
Lips are moving, taxing his poor memory, thoughts gone
long ago
Blood is rushing, temperature is rising, sweating from
his brow
Then a reporter asks about policy, he can't get away
now
CHORUS: (Bush ponders)
Stop stop stop all the questions, that your asking
me!
Stop stop stop all the questions or I'll have to
leave
Now he's dancing all around the question, mangling words
all night
But they know that he don't think fast, incompetence
brought to light
Bumbling, stumbling, he is getting lost, soon his lies
are breeched
As he's thrusted into the spotlight, he stands there,
lost for speech.
CHORUS: (Bush ponders)
Stop stop stop all the questions, that your asking
me!
Stop stop stop all the questions or I'll have to
leave
'What'd he say', reporters are staring, don't know what
to think
As he struggles, mangling his syllables, tears are on
the brink
Can't they understand that he has no grasp, happens every
week
Without all of his handlers, he's lost when asked to
speak
CHORUS: (Bush ponders)
Stop stop stop all the questions, that your asking
me!
Stop stop stop all the questions or I'll have to
leave
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