This has turned tragic since it was written (the same day as the 2004 election).
O we're the oilygarks
We're not whistling in the dark
We're well armed
And we're coming to your town
If God put oil
Underneath your soil
You can bet you'll see us
Hanging round
I'm the chief oilygark
and I'll throw you to the sharks
If you step out of line
Or sing off key
I've won the election
Natural selection
Has chosen me to rule
Can't you see?
There was a wicked despot
Living in the East
But our chief with the wisdom of Solomon
Hunted him down
Like a vicious little beast
And took away all his petroleum
(He took away all his petroleum
He thought it was uranium)
Was it? Was it uranium?
You'd have to be soft in the cranium
To think that it was uranium
Oh! our chief is beloved by all us righteous folk
Can you say why it is?
O I bet you can't!
We love him for his courage and his funny little jokes
And because he's so exceedingly flatulant
Because he's so exceedingly flatulant
It's a gas, it's a gas, it's a gas!
When the oilygarks take over enmass
We've got the whole world by the ass
And the girly men sing "Alas! Alas!"
And the girly men sing "Alas!"
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