Has Bush
Crashed the Ambulance?
Read the lyrics.
You be the judge.
Don't often open up this floor since I handed in my gun.
What all these keys are for now my tour of duty's done.
You got to know the switches now you got your turn
Watch and learn, junior, watch and learn.
You will get your trouble spots.
Here's one from down voodoo way.
Bragged he had me by the you-know-whats.
Very funny, you don't say.
The big enchilada
Stealing elections
Had to go down there
Trash collection
Got his cojones on my desk in there.
Made into a souvenir.
Set of cufflinks, nice pair.
The rest of him's someplace up here.
Sometimes you got tout a shoulder to the door.
Not so fast, junior.
Listen to your pa.
Here, son, I'm handing over to you.
Don't crash the ambulance, whatever you do.
What we have here's a dung hole place.
Thought it was fly shit on the map.
Fat bastard, ugly face.
Ooh, and the personal crap.
You can't move the barriers.
You can't mess with oil and gas.
Had to go down there.
Stick a couple aircraft carriers in his ass.
Fancy dress, medals chest.
It's all in here for all the gigs.
Gas mask, bullet-proof vest.
All the usual rigs.
There'll be things they missed, they didn't mention.
You've even got a whistle in there for attracting attention.
Well, I think you're gonna be okay, son.
You've had the tour, I guess.
These two buttons, by the way.
This one I hope you never press.
Some holy fool, just watch, not like you or me.
That one's the whole shooting match right there.
The whole shitaree.
We don't forget who put us here, jack.
that's page one.
Walk soft, carry a big stick, pack the biggest gun.
We don't like accidents, major or minor.
You don't want yourself an incident.
Don't ever invade china.
Here, son, I'm handing over to you.
Don't crash the ambulance...
Here, son, I'm handing over to you.
Don't crash the ambulance...
Whatever you do