Cheney's sacrificial lamb,
Little lamb, dipsh*t lamb.
Cheney's sacrificial lamb,
Or what he the scapegoat?

He lied for the vice president,
President, president.
His life for the vice president
And Rove, bloated turncoat.

He fell on his sword for Dick C.,
For Dick C., for Dick C.
He fell on his sword for Dick C.
And Rove, each Satan's tool.

He paid because he wouldn't sing,
Wouldn't sing, wouldn't sing.
He paid because he wouldn't sing,
Now his heels he will cool.

Now Rove and Dick can jump and shout,
Jump and shout, jump and shout.
Now Rove and Dick can jump and shout
Because they're in the clear.

Beyond a reasonable doubt,
But there's doubt, jury doubt.
"Where's Rove?" we hear one juror shout.
Scooter's pardon is near

Why does the lamb love Cheney so,
Cheney so? Cheney blows.
Why does the lamb love Cheney so,
As to grand jury lie?

Scooter's a patsy and a schmoe,
And a schmoe, and a schmoe.
Although the two once said, "Hello,"
Rove and Dick wave "bye-bye."