Hey,
Where's Dick Cheney?
Hey, where's Dick Cheney?
Where the hell is his cave?
Hey, where's Dick Cheney?
Situation is grave!
Hey, where's Dick Cheney?
Where the hell is his cave?
Hey, where's Dick Cheney?
Situation is grave!
Won't see Dick on the street.
Behind the scenes, taking Bush's heat.
We don't know where you are.
But we've noticed: from Dubya, you stay far!
Hey, where's Dick Cheney?
Where the hell is his cave?
Hey, where's Dick Cheney?
Situation is grave!
Hey, where's Dick Cheney?
Where the hell is his cave?
Hey, where's Dick Cheney?
Situation is grave!
Are you hiding from bin Laden?
Or from laid-off workers at Enron?
While Bush hides at his ranch, you're still on call.
To pull strings, to cover up Bush's fall.
(instrumental pause)
Big Time, you hide well in grass.
You're a serpent; the press gives you a pass.
But one day the people will get truth:
How Supreme Court trumped our polling booth.
Hello... hello... hello...hello?
Where are you?
Copyright © 2002 by Goldee
Greene
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