(as told by George W) You’ve heard the story of the empire race, Dollar and the Euro settin’ the pace Story’s true, I’m here to rave ‘Cause I was drivin’ that Model Abe

Had a Claremont body, straight from the shop Lincoln verbiage that was over the top Had five little words, used them all With "Neo-Con"®, it just won’t stall

Straussian gears and a Perle exhaust Wolfowitz carb, you could really get lost Roadmap, too, – I ain’t scared The Rumsfeld’s good, the Powell’s fair

I pulled out of CENTCOM, late one night The crescent moon was shinin’ bright I was climbin’ up that Hindu Kush Guy in the mirror looked like a Bush

("That you, JEB??" – honk, honk)

All of sudden in the a wink of an eye, A Cadillac sedan passed me by Ariel shouted, "Got a job for thee" Then a telltale map was all you could see

Dick Cheney was goadin’ me from behind I said, "Hey, I’ll get into Lincoln’s mind" Consulted Jaffa and the Claremont wheels Then shoved it down into overzeal I wound it up to a feverish pitch Passed Henry K, that son of a bitch Brent Scowcroft scowled as I started to soar But they’re history, those tired old bores

Froggy figured I’d lost my sense But the things we do, why, they’re self-defense He said, "Slow down, don’t be so rude" By the time he spoke, Iraq was screwed

So I cut a few corners, sideswiped the law Crossed my fingers just for Ma We got there firstest – and with the most, Only one complainin’ was Bob Taft’s ghost

Smoke was comin’ from out of Iraq When I started to gain on that guy, Chirac I knew I could catch him, thought I could pass He’ll be comin’ to us for oil and gas

Flame was shootin’ from out of the towns You could feel the angst of the Neo-Clowns I said, "Pull over, boys, I got a license to fly, Alan’s inflated the money supply"

Well all of sudden, we heard from Putin And we’re down in the ditch, surprised by lootin’ I looked in the mirror, there was a red light blinkin’ Kofi was after me for playin’ Lincoln

They arrested me and threw me in jail And called my Poppy to go my bail He said, "Son – You’re gonna drive me to drinkin’ If you don’t quit tryin’ to be Hot Rod Lincoln."

April 19, 2003

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The Best of Joseph R. Stromberg

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