New White House Blues

This tune has been around since the first Roosevelt administration (Teddy); this is an update.

Look here, Gee Dubya, see what you done,
You and your pals left the country in ruins,
Now you're gone, so glad you're gone.

Working two jobs now, sixteen hours a day,
Mortgage overdue and I got no way to pay,
I'm glad he's gone, so glad he's gone.

Wages so low and prices so high,
Costs too much to live but I can't afford to die,
I'm glad he's gone, so glad he's gone.

Dubya says to Cheney, what'm I gonna do?
No one to lie to, now my term is through.
I'm glad he's gone, so glad he's gone.

Listening to our phone calls, reading our mail,
Torturing prisoners, building secret jails,
I'm glad he's gone, so glad he's gone.

Break out the whiskey, pour the champagne,
Dubya's gone to Texas, he won't be back again.
I'm glad he's gone, so glad he's gone.

(BRIDGE (optional): Ding, dong, the witch is dead . . . .)

Dubya's in Texas, taking his rest,
*Obama's in the White House, cleaning up the mess.
I'm glad he's gone, so glad he's gone.

Writing this song in 2008,
I know it's too early but I just can't wait,
I'm glad he's gone, so glad he's gone.
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*Using the name of GWB's probable successor. Feel free to substitute "McCain," "Clinton," or whoever.