This is the end. . .
Stooge and his friends.
This is the end;
Vile crony friends, amen.

Of sour and scabrous plans, the end,
Of a nonthinking man, the end.
Our safety compromised, the end.
We'll never listen to this guy again.

Can you picture what would be
If we'd been dimwit-free?
Desert in the East that became quicksand. . .
Us not in this land.

Lost in a Roman Empire-like domain,
His administration was inane,
To say nothing of insane.
Wasted by a dumbf**k bane, yeck!

There was danger in D.C. town,
Rife with "things my way."
Weird freaks like Feith and his kind--
Brightest and the best. No way!

Blight of snakes, blight of snakes,
Leader fakes, like ancient snake Cheney.
This snake was wrong every time.
Lyin' snake, he's old, and his smirk is cold.

The prez thinks he's blessed,
The pest thinks he's blessed.
Eight years--up, the country's messed.

They smooch butts of galling sluts.
This crew's nut. . .appalling putz
Drivin' the country in the ruts.

Off-kilter, the dope is gone,
'long with his boob spawn.
No longer face we his ancient pals and creeps
As they walk out, loutish pols.
He is leaving the room, it is ovalish,
And we say, amen that it ain't his brother
Who will next walk down these halls.
Of this family, no more!
Them two times we tried:
Father, then son. . .
The country ill-used.
Mother, white-haired succubus!

Country's wasted from this rambling shmuck,
Country's wasted from this ranch-raised shmuck,
Country's wasted from this rancid shmuck,
A creepy and ghastly hack who's all too nuts,
Tossin' a brew back
With strong booze lust.
Blew it in Iraq.

'complishments:
Nil, nil, nil, nil. . . .

This is the end. . .
Boob and his friends.
This is the end;
Blight won't plague us again.

He hurt us, but we're free. . .
Him and appalling Cheney.
The end of halfwits and bald lies,
The end of rhin-blight, swine-shite sty.

This is the end.