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Loco
(instrumental intro)
They call me Loco.
Some days they call me Duh-ba-you.
You see, I'm the head honcho.
But on 9-11, I was a no-show.
If you hear something late at night.
Some kind of trouble, some kind of fight.
Just don't ask me what it was.
Just don't ask me who it was.
Please don't ask me, where I was!
Condi, maybe 'cause I'm clumsy
You told me not to talk a lot.
Poppy said it's 'cause I'm crazy.
Told me not to act too proud.
Those media whores will attack, Dad will cry:
"After that, you don't know why.
You just can't argue anymore
You don't have value as before
You just can't 'cause, you're my boy!"
Dad, I don't think I'm okay.
I need a month's vacation again.
Well, if you ask, that's what I'll say:
It's not your freakin' business anyway.
I guess I'd like to be alone.
At my ranch, away from you all.
Just don't ask me 'bout Social Security.
Just don't ask me 'bout foreign policy.
Just don't ask me, ask Dick Cheney!
They call me Loco.
Some days they call me Duh-ba-you.
You see, I'm prez 'cause of my daddy.
But you don't wanna be like me.
'Cause Boot Newt's songs will attack 'til you cry.
After that, you don't know why.
You just can't argue anymore.
You don't have value, you're a bore.
You just can't argue, they'll just snore!
They'll write song parodies and I cry.
They laugh at me, I don't know why.
I just can't argue anymore.
I don't know the issues as before.
I'm turning cuckoo, I'm going Loco!...
Copyright © 2001 by Alvin
Dover
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