Sung (and danced) to this tune.
Americans: | Ding Dong! The Bush is gone. |
Which old Bush? George Dubya Bush! | |
Ding Dong! The Wicked Bush is gone. | |
Wake up - sleepy head, it's all right, no longer wrong. | |
Wake up, the Wicked Bush is gone. | |
He's gone back home and left us, | |
To Texas - to Texas. | |
Yee-hahs, let's open up and sing and ring the bells out. | |
Ding Dong! The merry-oh, sing it high, sing it low. | |
Let them know | |
George Dubya Bush is gone! | |
Chief Justice: | As Justice of the Supreme Court, |
(to Obama) | In the Country of the USA, |
I welcome you most regally. | |
Barrister: | But we've got to verify it legally, to see |
Chief Justice: | To see? |
Barrister: | If he |
Chief Justice: | If he? |
Barrister: | Is morally, ethic'lly |
Father No.1: | Spiritually, physically |
Father No. 2: | Positively, absolutely |
Americans: | Undeniably and reliably gone |
Elector: | As Elector I must aver, |
We thoroughly counted the votes. | |
And he's not only merely gone, | |
he's really most sincerely gone. | |
Chief Justice: | Then this is a day of Independence |
For all Americans and their descendants | |
Barrister: | If any. |
Chief Justice: | Yes, let the joyous news be spread |
George Dubya Bush at last is gone! |
With apologies to Yip Harburg (though I suspect he might not have minded.)
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