Georgie's Band

Hey there sinners
Lets repent
Cause heaven’s comin’ soon.
The price of fuels in triple time
And Chinas on the Moon.

Why look for blame
In this affair,
A mirrors close at hand,
So pick up your election card
And join the Bushes band.

Their’s Dicky on the 88’s
His tip jar's runnin’ full,
And Connie in that tight short skirt,
Now don’t that give a thrill.

Gutierrez plays a mean “beat box”
As workers wander past,
And Conners growin’ something strong,
Beneath some sheets of glass.

Gates is on the skins this year,
Poundin’ out the call.
And Spellings writing lyrics
With Chao right down the hall.

The band strikes up a melody,
The tempo quick but flat,
And clears the stage for Georgie,
Its his turn at the bat.

He plays a lick on his jaw harp
And hums a little tune
“ I’ll ship them all to old Iraq,
they won’t be home too soon.

There’s bad guys hidin’ under beds,
Their sneakin’ round our street,
So ya’ll put on a uniform-
It’s safer than a sheet.

And while yer’ there
I’ll be at home,
The band and me will play.
Our music stinks,
Our shows a mess,
But someone’s got to pay.

Your family needs to fill their tank
And wet their captain Crunch.
So while you die for them and I,
We’ll steal your families lunch."