Shoes, Shoes, Glorious Shoes

Shoes, shoes, glorious shoes,
Take one and throw it at Bush if you choose.
            Don’t want him in our town.
            We all give him thumbs down!
He’s for torture and war which were never approved.
(OR He started two wars which were never approved.)

Why try to defend your eight years
Which caused loss of life, filled the world full of tears?
            Go back to your ranch
            You haven’t a chance
Of a warm welcome here. We say BOO! Shame on you!

Shoes, shoes, glorious shoes,
Take one and throw it at Bush if you choose.
            Don’t want him in our town.
            We all give him thumbs down!
He’s for torture and war which were never approved.
(OR He started two wars which were never approved.)

George Dubya, you haven’t a clue
Why people might clout you with an old shoe.
            Go back to your ranch
            You haven’t a chance
Of a warm welcome here. We say BOO! Shame on you!

Shoes, shoes, glorious shoes,
Take one and throw it at Bush if you choose.
            Don’t want him in our town.
            We all give him thumbs down!
He’s for torture and war which were never approved.
(OR He started two wars which were never approved.)

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