"It Stinks"

(To the Mystery Science Theatre Theme)

In the all too current future,
Sadly every fucking day

We were lead by Dearest Leader,

Not as smart as a lump of clay

He got the job his Daddy had,

Behaves like an ass and is always mad
He went and shat all over, a disgrace,

"But Dick Cheney wants his oil,

Let's invade this fucking place!"




"We'll say they had WMDs

Mushroom Clouds of make believe (la-la-la)
We'll have to stay and fuck 'em all,

'Cuz we'll never ever leave" (la-la-la)



Now keep in mind George can't control,

Where reality starts and fiction ends (la-la-la)
Because he blew every ounce of sanity,

With a lot a coke from Daddy's friends



Asshole Roll Call: (Come on, let's go)

Lump (Celeron)

Condi (historical)

His Fredo (What a fuckup)

ROOOVVEE!! (he's a traitor)



If you're wondering how he thinks and rules,

He just leaves a stink(la-la-la)
Then repeat to yourself, "Just two more years,

"I could really use a drink".
for its... PROJECTION POLITICAL THEATER 3000!