The weather in Bushdad

"How's the weather in Bushdad?" they'll ask
Over their toast and marmalade.
"There's a package deal in August
Cheap - because of the dormant grenades.

It'll be fine - just mind where you step.
Which cemetery shall we visit? There's so much to do,
What about the children's one
Don't worry - they were small, pain was all they knew.

We can run down all the streets
With the stars and stripes and sing
'God bless our perfect Bush world
George W for king.'

Oh, and we can go and see the weapons!
You know, the ones of mass destruction.
What do you mean you can't see them?
Well, duh, you've got to use your imagination.

I hear they come back at night,
The ghosts - with burnt body, scarred face.
'Well they shouldn't have pulled that 9/11 stunt' says Bush.
'Oh they didn't? Afghanistan, Iraq - same place.'

If we go for a day on the beach
We'll just have to take some caution -
Step over the bleached bones on the sand
And keep away from chemicals in the ocean.

Let's take the car and fill her up
I heard fuel is cheap over there.
And bring some high factor sun screen
(There's a hole in the ozone layer.)

Then to the best part - Bushland.
I saw a commercial - there's so much to see.
We can ride on the Pretzel rollercoaster
Or play 'Shoot the Iraqi.'

What better way to finish our trip
Than a visit to our master (in granite).
We'll salute the George W statue
And thank God he's the king of the planet."