That wicked George Bush is a piece of shit,
And Blair licking his arsehole is a bore,
But my cute arsehole is a nice tight fit,
That’s why I prefer making love to war.
I call it love, but others don’t agree,
Like the LA police, they call it crime
When it’s done in a bog so publicly,
Entrapped by undercover PD slime.
I only flashed my pecker, you might think
A simple lewd act wouldn’t be enough
To get me thrown into the local clink;
I didn’t complain cos I like it rough!
A fine for you, they said, you shameless fag,
Who gives a fuck? I’m worth a tidy sum,
Next time I’ll be more careful where I shag,
Espec’lly when I take it up the bum.
Now shoot the dog, we don’t want war, I say,
Or maybe that’s not such a bright idea,
For in Iraq they stone you if you’re gay:
On second thoughts, Bush has the right idea!
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