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< BACK TO Fresh Intelligence Rove Sparks Up at Bush Concert
But, wait. Look closely. Is that Rove holding up a lighter at the end?! That, if nothing else, is funny. The full lyrics to the song, per the New York Times after the jump. I spend my days clearing brush I clear my head of all the fuss Oh, like the fuss you made over Harriet and Brownie Down the lane, I look out Here comes Scooter Finally free of the prosecutor It's good to touch the brown, brown grass of home. I awake and look around me At the oval walls that surround me And I realize I was only dreaming There's Condi and Dick, my old compadre Talking to me about some oil-rich Saudi But soon, I'll touch the brown, brown grass of home Yes you're all gonna miss me The way you used to quiz me But soon I'll touch the brown, brown grass of home [inaudible] Dick Cheney strolling with documents he's been withholding It's good to touch the brown, brown grass of home Yes you're all gonna miss me The way you used to diss me But soon I'll touch the brown, brown grass of home. Advertisement |
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