Take good care of things, young "Dick" old Bush once said to me
as he puffed his pipe, and baby "b"
he dandled on his knee
don't turn the saudi folks away,
they'll help your company

ooh hoo ooh hoo ooh hoo oo hoo
take care of those above the oil,
you'll have a good company

soon I grew, and "w" too, very good friends, He, Me
he don't have no monica,
no time for white house whores
and smartly we both schemed together
"build our company"

halliburton an institution sure,
it bought us all our needs and so much more
all our friends by and by through the years "disappeared"
but we're safe behind that oval door

flourished un that oil trade my halliburton grew
it sometimes too some soldier's deaths,
but all my work approved
rewards of all my efforts my own
oily-gopoly

now I'm old I puff my pipe,
but no one's there to see
I'm glad I helped young Georgie
win it, presidentially
take care of those who live on oil,
they'll feed good companies