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POETRY BY BILL BOHANNON

 
 
S. U. V. (“GTO”, you know, the old song)
 

 by Bill Bohannon


Gonna save up my money,
And buy an S.U.V.,
Gonna use all my salary,
For buyin' gasoline,
Gonna show all my classmates,
That I'm real big and mean.
 

And, when all of the sta-tions,
Run outta gasoline,
We'll go and bomb some more towelheads,
And take the oil for me,
So I can pick up my Jen-ny,
Yeah, she's the girl for me!
 

Chorus:
Yeah, they call us consum-ers,
'Cause we consume a LOT,
We're gonna take all the good stuff,
That this whole planet's got,
And now, don't you try to stop us,
We'll shoot you,
like as not.
 

And, after we get married,
She'll be a soccer mom,
' Take little Jenny and Melvin,
Down to their senior prom,
We'll get a pick-up for Melvin,
So he can GET IT ON!
  



 
Wastin' Away in Guantanamo Bay (Margaritaville)!
 

by Bill Bohannon

 

Nibblin' on fishcakes,
Tryin' to eat Shake'n Bake,
Pose for the tourists,
All covered with oil.
But soon we'll have dinner,
And the drugs in it render Us happy as hell,
So that we can go on-n-n.

Chorus:
Wastin' away again in Guantanamo,
Searchin' for just one pleasant thought,
Some people claim-m-m that al-Qaeda's to blame,
But you know-w-w it's all Bush's fault.

Stepped on a land mine,
Blew off my big toe,
It hurt like hell!'
Had to cruz on back home.
But the drugs that they gave me,
Caused me to see virgins,
Sixty-seven blonde cuties,
Awaitin' above-e-e!

Wastin' away again in Guantanamo,
Searchin' for one TRUE, happy thought,
Some people claim-m-m that bin Laden's to blame,
But we know-w-w it's George Jr.'s fault.'

Don't know the reason,
They've kept us two seasons.
All I can show isMy new wrist tattoo.
But it's a real beauty,A true Nazi cutie!
My new name is:666 - 911 - 2... .

Wastin' away again in Guantanamo,
Searchin' for just one decent thought,
Some people claim-m-m that Hussein is to blame,
But we know-w-w it's all Cheney's fault.

They cut off my dread-locks,
'
Shaved off my long beard,
Gave us orange jump suits,
So we'd look like fools!
They treat us like po' folks,
That they keep in their prisons,
Like all of the suspectsYou see on Fox News.

Wastin' away again in Guantanamo,
Tryin' to guess just what these Nazis want,
Some people claim-m-m Paul O'Neal is to blame,
But you KNOW-W-W it's Hal'burton's fault.

You American Nazis,
You REALY like shaved heads!
You wear uniforms,
And you all get tattoos.
You can't STAND diversion,
From your fascist conformity.
You'll kill ANY people
That ain't JUST like you-u-u.

Wastin' away again in Guantanamo,
Searchin' for some good reason I'm here,
Some people claim-m-m Barbara Streisand's to blame,
But we KNOW-W-W it's Karl Rove's fault.'

Talked to the Chaplain,
I asked for a lawyer,
They said he's a spy!'
Hauled the Chaplain away.
It seems these dictators
Are ALL like each other.
I guess that George Bush's
Gonna be the same way.

Wastin' away again in Guantanamo,
Searchin' for just one human heart,
Some people claim-m-m Hillary Clinton's to blame,
But you KNOW-W-W it's George Sr.'s fault.

They tell us somebody,
Blew up some twin towers.'
Couldn't prove it by me,
All that stuff looks the same.
They say that the pilots
Were from Saudi Arabia,
But it's us AfghanisThat now have to pay(?!).



 

Wastin' away again in Guantanamo,
Searchin' for some LOGICAL thought,
Some people claim-m-m Kennedy is to blame,
But you KNOW it's the CIA's fault.
You know, some people claim-m-m Monica Lewinsky's to blame,
But it's all K. Harris' fault.
You know, some people claim-m-m that Al Sharpton's to blame!
But you know it's your OWN damn fault. 



 

(c) 2004 Bill Bohannon all rights reserved


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