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==Lyrics== | ==Lyrics== | ||
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<poem> | |||
Georgie Porgie white bread man | |||
Straw in his nose and a shaking hand | |||
Picks his pork rinds from the bag | |||
From his pipe he has another drag | |||
This Bush isn't on fire | |||
(Hear our leader speak) | |||
So why should I listen to him | |||
(We'll weed out the weak) | |||
He threw God in jail for growing the shit | |||
(Now throw away the key) | |||
Not because of tax evasion or something | |||
Bull puckey! | |||
How'd your hands get so clean | |||
When both were covered in sticky green | |||
Georgie Porgie white bread man | |||
In your tarpaper suit and bulletproof vest | |||
You carry a pager and a shotgun | |||
Have a gang and a good business | |||
Now you push, push, push | |||
(Hysteria) | |||
How'd your hands get so clean | |||
When both were covered in sticky green | |||
Pork rind grease and a nail polish gleam | |||
Are both covered up with a sticky green | |||
"Cocaine, nothing's wrong with it, everybody ought to be in this thing" | |||
</poem> | |||
==See also== | ==See also== | ||