(To the tune of "The Sound of Silence" By Simon and Garfunkle)

Hello, Georgie, my old friend.
Your happy daze is at an end
Because we have seen through your lies.
‘Bout your deeds and all your crimes.
And the people
Do not buy your little game
Your campaign
Will be damned by your silence.

In matters foreign he is dumb.
Built the Rangers' stadium
On land aquired in shady deals
Paid with the tax money he steals
They sold the arena and lots of cash went into Shrub’s purse
What could be worse
Then cheating lots of voters?

Money will elect him for sure.
Got Sixty Million, maybe more.
This man will not fight the NRA
Thinks guns in church and schools are okay.
And the air over Houston is smog gray
Worse than LA
All because of this Governor

Most of you don’t understand
How this incompetent man
Fiddled with the school budget
So Oil Men could have a tax cut
And the rumors, of his coke use were evaded
And answered
By George Bush Junior’s Silence.

And the Republicans prayed
To the new God they had made
The Democrats tried to give warning
But their candidates were boring.
And the Son said "There ought to be limits to the freedom of these radicals
Silence them all!”
But we will not forget or be silent.