A song about an ultra conservative ass.
I have been writing music for 32 years and these are a few of the funny and serious ones.
Lyrics
I belong in the White House...
not those rubes from Arkansas,
yes I, not they, should be living there,
sixteen hundred Pennsylvania,
I aspire to that address...
maybe this will be the year that
I aquire all the secrets...all the glory...all the power!
Pat keeps two forty-fives strapped to his side,
waiting for Mexicans crossing the line.
His ambition's to live in that big house of white,
foe of abortion though a lynching or two would be fine.
Pat wants America stronger for you,
so long as you're not an Hispanic or Jew...
Pat can maneuver his foot to his mouth,
would like to move Washington,
two or three states to the south.
Pat was just a boy when the legend was born,
went out a huntin' with his gun one morn,
his mama said "Pat don't ya be afeared,
go an shoot mama a big ol' deer."
Went out a stalkin' on the family farm,
but he got no further than the big red barn...
Cocked his gun and he raised his hat an heard
"Aint nobody here but us chickens Pat."
Didn't get nuthin fer the supper pot,
but he got two niggers with just one shot!
Buchanan, Buchanan...lost every caucus he ran in.
Loose Republican cannon, with a cowboy hat on.
Now the vote's in the past...
Of course Pat came in last...
All the bunting and brass
for an ultra conservative ass!
