White Noise Insanity

It seems like only yesterday
That our little boy was small
He ran and played so wildly
But he never was that tall

Our little boy was different
From the other kids around
He never really laughed
Or acted like a clown

As our little boy entered school
He never did fit in
His classmates never liked him
Because of that funny grin

As our little boy grew older
High school was oh so tough
He never made good grades
Or understood that history stuff

We sent our boy to private school
Cause those kids were more our type
We thought they'd have more in common
Since being rich isn't just hype

High school kids were mean
They always laughed at our little boy
They used to call him stupid
Our son had little joy

Our boy attended Harvard
He even took a crack at Yale
His grades just didn't cut it
It took dad's money to make the sale

Our boy tried his hand at baseball
He even had a poor oil field
If it wasn't for daddy's money
he would have worn a military shield

He took over the family business
Cause daddy said "you can"
My money will take you places
So in politics he ran

Our little boy ran Texas
He ran it in the ground
He now wants to be President
There is foreign oil to be found

We bought our son the election
He couldn't win it on his own
He task was to declare war
His destiny was forever sown

Our boy attacked a helpless nation
He said they were a threat
Our little boy is President
He flies on a real big jet

Just six short years later
Since our little boy first run
He's now hated by the world
Don't they know that he's our son

His friends lost the election
Because people hate the war
Our boy is so alone
His wife is such a bore

Our son will not be bullied
By voters that can't read
The war will go on
Our sons his father seed

More and more will die
Because of choices of our son
Our boy doesn't care
He is a Bush and he is our son

As the nation falls apart
Because of our sons greed
More lives will still be lost
But our son has his need

How will history remember
Our brave little mite
Who took the nation from peace
To a never ending fight

Will our son be honored
Will the Bush name be smeared
Our son is a Bush
His name should be feared


Maybe we raised a failure
But money brought his fame
We are so proud of our son
George W Bush is his name