Feel free to sing "Yellow Bush of Texas" to "Yellow Rose of Texas" using this midi link which opens a second window.
There's a yellow Bush in Texas, that's where he loves to be.
Where Dub can dodge the media, evading scrutiny.
He cries so when he leaves there, it nearly breaks his heart.
Let's help him lib'ral voters, from Crawford never part.
Dubya's hiding out in Texas, where he so loves to flee.
He drags his top aides with him, to swelter in the heat.
Loves to torture pals and press and staff, with runs that tax the heart.
Survivors get a tee-shirt, but they cannot wait to part.
Dubya keeps the money flowing, fund raising from the right.
They pay big bucks to see him, though Dubya's not too bright.
They know that he'll remember where he got those piles of dough.
A promise of returns so great, their wealth will quickly grow.
An elitist little hustler, from Texas so he claims.
His eyes are small and squinty, they darken when he's blamed
For his speeches which are packed with lies, and manifold misdeeds.
Cause the yellow Bush of Texas, just cannot take the heat.
But soon we're going to bounce him, for the man has got to go.
We'll say good-bye to Cheney, and Ashcroft and Karl Rove.
We'll celebrate so gaily, when we're rid of right wing hoods.
And the yellow Bush of Texas finally's Crawford-bound for good.
