President Bush, inside of his cranium,
Must have injected depleted uranium.
How else to deduce, how else to explain
The absence of logic inside of his brain?
How else could he lose and think that he won?
How else could he plunder and think that it's fun?
He hides from the Press in his Washington cave
With his nuclear bombs, and he thinks that he's brave.
While Prosperity burns, he fiddles like Nero.
His friends are all crooks, but he thinks he's a hero.
Alas, that man, inside of his cranium,
Must have injected depleted uranium
PITY THE RICH
Pity the Rich - they suffer, oh
Their taxes are so high.
They're cutting back on caviar
And eating humble pie.
They're going barefoot in the snow
At Vail and St. Moritz.
They're maxing out their credit cards
And Lord knows - that's the pits.
Pity ye the highest bracket
Pity ye the top:
Seeking shelters in Barbados -
Will their taxes never stop?
Oh those taxes - crushing taxes -
Taxes of despair.
Pity pity ye the rich.
It simply isn't fair.
THE EMPEROR HAS NO CLOTHES
Emperor, Emperor - put on your clothes.
Your naked ambition is curling my toes.
You glorify God, but everyone knows
You're molesting the planet. So put on your clothes!