Mitch Benn
Текст песни Dick Cheney Was Running The World

We cowered in terror and hid 'neath our beds

In a foetal position curled

For just two hours on Saturday Dick Cheney was running the world

Dick Cheney was running the world

We prayed to all our various gods to see us through this fix

On Saturday for two hours the finger on the button was Dick's

The big itchy finger was Dick's

President Dubya had it easier under blissful anaesthesia

With a camera up his bum, it's alright for some!

He's ok, they found no tumours, and do not believe the rumours

Most malicious and unfair that they were looking for his brain up there

But while W snored with his nethers explored unconscious and content

We chewed our nails warily as temporarily Cheney was President

Dick Cheney was president