George Bush live at the ranch

I thought as a first post for this blog we should all take a look at a song by the president of The United States of America. So we all know that president George Bush likes to spend a little time on his ranch every now and then. On his last visit I was actually there to experience what he really does there. In between driving his pick up around the ranch, digging up earthworms and mountain biking he managed to write a little song for us. He sang it around the campfire on his last night at the ranch, in between fielding important calls from his aids asking him which country to ruthlessly invade next. What people don’t know is that while George was sitting round the fire one night, I was cunningly disguised as a bush and was sitting right behind him listening to every word he was saying. Well it turns out he sang us a little song. This is an exclusive and has never been heard before.

Sitting round, the fire tonight,

Thinking if, bombing Iraq was right

But try as I, very well might

Thinking makes, my head feel tight

Time to roast, a pink marshmallow

Wondering why, the flames are yellow

All these questions, running through my head

Thinking what, Tony Blair would have said

Poking the fire, with a stick

Wondering why, Cheneys a Dick

Eating now, admiring the stars,

Wondering if, we’ll ever reach mars

Its stupid how, they named a planet

After a chocolate, that once made me vomit

It could have been, all those prawns I ate

But I cant remember, it was very late.

Marshmallows are finished, time for a whiskey

Wondering why, Blairs hair is so wispy

Drinking a Jack , the fire is glowing

Wondering if, the lawn needs mowing.

People think, that I am dumb, but I say

I’ll run this country, my way, my way, my way.

I stuff everything up, and then deny

That I ever, told a lie

I’m so intelligent, it makes life tough

People always , treat me so rough.

Why don’t they come, to the ranch

And try, to saw off a branch

With their bare hands, with their bare hands, with their bare hands.

I have to go now, the wife is calling

Telling me, to not go falling

Down that stupid, wishing well

Last time, it was hell

I was stuck there, for a day

Wondering how, I’d find my way

Out of there, out of there, out of there.

Till next time, Im going to say

Good night, and have a nice day, have a nice day, have a nice day.