High Noon in Washington By Patrick Henry

High Noon strikes in Washington where George W. rules okay, Top man in the Wild West where freedom comes by gun law. From Tombstone to Dallas they'll shoot you if you cross The wrong way their highway not their way, And fry you like burgers in the electric chair. Georgie Boy totes scores of notches on his six-gun, A Texas cowboy who'd mustered loads of cattle and oil, Though his companies crashed, Big Daddy bailed him out And said "if you can't think, drill or shoot straight, you'd best become the President".

Since Tricky Dick Nixon, Hayseed Carter, slick Reagan, randy Clinton, The Nation expects few perfections in their top man no more, Only burglary, swear words, dud peanuts, cowboy scenarios and sex-mad fellatio.

His brother Jed a state governor binned the Leftie Black votes And George ran in home and dry, most powerful man in the world, Though he doesn't know where most of it is. "Top of the world, Ma", he cabled home to Dallas, Launching another Tv show and family firm smart as Dy-nasty, But George lived nice in The White House that goes with the job, And his Southern belle bride, the doglovin' Laura May,

George's secretary, a Black bird, Miss Condom Eazy-Price Took dictation sat on his knee until Laura blew in Fast as the brown ketchup can hit the fan, George rose up ramrod straight as if hearing the Star-Spangled song. Condom Eazy's smart arse hit the deck like the '29 dollar crashed down.

Then some Ayrab trainee pilots hit the Trade Towers and wrecked them. George moaned " those guys' sense of direction is worse than mine". Secret word says Dick Cheney rigged it all for insurance, Linked to Lon Chaney, his family play monsters great as The Hunchback of Notre Dame. Into GW's DC. Rode a British guy talking wide as The Clyde Who'd rode shotgun for Saddam, mixed it streetwise from Gorbals to Baghdad, Blew out Prettyboy Blair's sidekick's hopes shot down In old Kray Twin territory at Bethnal Green.

George Garrulous blazed rage scorching The Senate like it's never seen Since movie days of Gary Cooper and James Stewart's deep rasping tone. Mr Deeds Goes to Town, Mr Smith Goes to Washington, But Mr Garrulous goes home with scalps of the Bush Capitol gang. George's grasp of politics is even worse than the movies. He asked " a filibuster, is that breaking-in a mare on my ranch? Or dating dames on the undergrad campus at Yale. Best forget that, or it won't be Laura May, but Laura will; And she'll say about Miss Condom Eazy-Price and me. "If you lick one more drop of her Southern Comfort down, The Nigger gets it, but Georgie gets none, no place, no way". So George sang like a canary doomed down the mine:

"Do not forsake me oh my darling' When I've booked the wedding suite today, Don't think of leaving, now that I need you by my side, When I'm torn between love and duty, Supposin' I lose my fair-haired beauty? I'm not afraid of death, but it's nearing high noon. They're reloading hot lead in Tehran and Pyong-Yang, So just wait along, wait, wait along............

Copyright ©2005  Patrick Henry

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