Lied 'Bout Yellow Cake And Got A War For Me

Lied ‘Bout Yellow Cake And Got A War For Me
As sung by Dubya, The Lyin’ King:
(instrumental intro)
Polls suck at home; I’m bidin’ time.
Though I failed at oil biz, this throne is mine.
But if things don’t get better, selling new wars sets me free.
Though I don’t know what to do, neocons want me.
Neocons want me.
I lied ’bout yellow cake and got a war for me.
It’s been three long years; my foes still taunt me.
Though lyin’ and still fibbin’, Bush fans vote for me.
Look tough, hear me cuss; I won’t be a wuss.
Put no blame on me.
So what? I lied ’bout yellow cake and got a war (and got a war) for me.
(brief instrumental break)
“Conniver!” world screamed at me.
But I really couldn’t care, ’cause I don’t see.
Protestors should get prison; Ashcroft, throw away the key.
A lie ’bout yellow cake uranium got war for me.
My war, I sold with ease…
I lied ’bout yellow cake and got a war for me.
It’s been three long years; my foes still taunt me.
Though lyin’ and still fibbin’, Bush fans vote for me.
Look tough, hear me cuss; I won’t be a wuss.
Put no blame on me.
So what? I lied ’bout yellow cake and got a war (and got a war) for me.
(instrumental break)
Now the whole damned world is jeering…
‘Cause they don’t believe in me…
My lie ’bout yellow cake still got a war (still got a war) for me.
They’re dumb at home…
Eat your yellow cake, and vote for me…
Eat your yellow cake, and vote for me…
Eat your yellow cake, and vote for me…