Bush
On The Run
"Plane attack!" said phone calls.
Hid from 9-11.
Never have seen no one.
Tremble in fear... like you.
Duh-ba-you! No, no...
Duh-ba-you! No, no...
(instrumental break)
Don't you ever get out of there?
Dubya, do us a favor today.
Stay in your bunker until next year.
And your Poppy is on his way.
Don't you ever get out of there.
(Dubya, we don't need you here.)
(instrumental break)
World Trade One exploded with a mighty crash,
A hijacked plane took down.
Then another plane slammed the second tower there.
A third hit the Pentagon.
Bush on the run!
Bush on the run!
And the masquerading pResident said:
"Take me underground!"
pRez-dent Bush on the run!
Bush on the run!
Bush on the run!
Bush on the run!
Well, the Underachiever drew a heavy sigh
Seeing that he wasn't hurt.
And a bell was ringing now in his ear,
Wonderin' where Dick Cheney was.
Bush on the run!
Bush on the run!
And the priviledged son,
Yes, the dumb one.
On his way underground!
pRez-dent Bush on the run.
Bush on the run!
{instrumental break}
pRez-dent Bush on the run!
Bush on the run!
Bush on the run!
We say... that's not fun!
As the night was falling in New York City
Things start to settle down.
Our country is searching for him everywhere
But the coward can't be found.
Bush on the run!
Bush on the run!
The terrorists
Who held a grudge.
Danced with glee all night.
pRez-dent Bush on the run!
Bush on the run!
Bush on the run!
He's having fun!
Copyright © 2001 by Alvin
Dover
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