Dizzy
Miss Condi
You make me dizzy, Miss Condi,
The way you spin Bush droll.
You make me dizzy, Miss Condi,
When you're on a roll.
Come on, Miss Condi,
Inform 'fore I grow too old.
Come on, Bush believer,
You want to control our minds.
You make me dizzy, Miss Condi,
Cause, you lie so fine.
You're just a-duckin' and a-rollin',
You want to control our minds.
You make me dizzy, Miss Condi,
When you push the game.
O-o-o-o-oh Condi,
Say you're driving us insane.
Come on, come on, come on, Condi,
Hidden game we can't understand.
Run and tell that Dubya
Don't want the war to subside.
Run and tell that Rumsfeld,
Osama ran and hide.
You make me dizzy, Miss Condi,
And we can't believe you.
Come on, Bush believer,
You want to control our minds.
You make me dizzy, Miss Condi,
Cause, you lie so fine.
You're just a-duckin' and a-rollin',
You want to control our minds.
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