Grunky Funk: Music
Gw Blues
(Grunky Funk)
GW Blues
George Bush walks with his hand in God’s
Bucks the trend and stacks the odds
He don’t negotiate or sympathize
He’s gonna bring ya peace and democratize
One death here and another there
Insurgency’s hard, it don’t fight fair
Why should I care sittin’ over here
Thanks to Bush ain’t a damn thing to fear
W’s tough and stands his ground
Don’t waffle or flip or change his mind
To Bible and God his word is bound
Not a better ‘Merican anyone can find
Ossama’s gone and outta sight
Probably livin’ in a cave convertin to Christ
Bush is gonna feed him some freedom pie
Nuculur bombs fallin’ from the sky
W Bush is gonna fight fer me
Defend my rights like Rober E. Lee
Give me freedom to be who I be
A good ‘ole southern boy without a high-school degree
I lost my job and my wife
But Bush is gone help me get me back my life
He cut my taxes and my Medicaid rate
To private corporations I surrender my fate
solo
Never like yanks like that bore named Gore
Neither Kerry, Rather, Dowd or that fat fucker Moore
Hannity and Rush, tem I like to hear
They’s simple and right and probably drink beer
God, guns, and chicks is all I need
Bush is gonna get me some, yes indeed
Cocky country boy, Texas to the core
He’s our knight in shinning armor
Our Jesus of yore
W’s tough and stands his ground
Don’t waffle or flip or change his mind
To Bible and God his word is bound
Not a better ‘Merican anyone can find
Ossama’s gone and outta sight
Probably livin’ in a cave convertin to Christ
Bush is gonna feed him some freedom pie
Nuculur bombs fallin’ from the sky