Blythe on the day he was born
A natural runaround
Like his dad he did wander
Tomcat boy – total hound
The BUSHes crack up
Toadies – for what he's sown
They propel and display
And that is sad they condone

Sad they condone
Sad they condone
s-s-s-s sad
s-s-s-s sad
s-s-s-s sad
Sad they condone

He's on the PROWL and carps
Needs hist'ry rescue
The women's lives he tore – bloodied
He bullied and screwed
No ameteur – his legacy
Underscores – capstones
Bushes sell out tons honey
That's so sad they condone

Sad they condone
s-s-s-s sad
s-s-s-s sad
s-s-s-s sad
— Sad they condone

[ Bushes just laugh ]

I guess ol' Bill's got them pegged
And I guess ol' Bill's KLAN for real?
He'll make an old man's bum-rush
Anything but genteel
He's no ameteur – his legacy
Underscores – capstones
Bushes sell out tons honey
And that's sad they condone

s-s-s-s sad
s-s-s-s sad
s-s-s-s sad
— Sad they condone

[ Bill reaches for his Sax ]

And when Bill stalks and cheats
Figurines whiz right by
Hill'ry makes him mincemeat
She still stays? Power's why
He's no ameteur – his legacy
Underscores – capstones
Bushes sell out tons honey
And that's sad they condone

Sad they condone
s-s-s-s sad
s-s-s-s sad
s-s-s-s sad
(whoo) Sad they condone