Ain’t gonna find no bushes in Iraq


You can find them in corporate boardrooms
Or partying down till four o’clock,
Brother Neil playing ball with China
G dub strutting like a cock.
Yet like those weapons of mass destruction,
There not under any desert rock.
You ain’t gonna find no bushes in Iraq.

Thirty and some years ago
In the jungles of Viet Nam,
Where the hell was Bubba
When Uncle needed another good man?
Bombing immigrant jack rabbits
Invading that Texas sand,
I didn’t find no bushy in Viet Nam.

The rich and connected fight from stuffed chairs
While the commons absorb the shock,
Put your money where your mouth is George
Now others pay for your big talk.
You lie,spead fear and chaos,
Perhaps if you had walked the walk?
No, you ain’t gonna find no bushes in Iraq.