The Bishop and the Butterfly: Murder, Politics, and the End of the Jazz Age

    Yankee Drool Dandy

    Intro

        I'm the fart who steals your candy,
        I'm a Yankee Drool Dandy,
        I'm glad I am,
        So's Lieberman.
        I'm a real live Yankee Drool,
        My claim to fame began in school,
        When this drinking fool flew off to be a POW.
        I love to see the lower classes strain,
        I long to see the children left behind;
        This ain't for Josh,
        I'm a warhawk, by gosh.
        Oh, say can you see,
        Anything about me that's not George W?

    Chorus

        I'm a Yankee Drool Dandy,
        A Yankee Drooler, do or die;
        A real live offspring of the neocons,
        Born to bring Armageddon nigh.
        I've got a Yankee Drool sweetheart,
        She's my rich, addicted toy.
        Yankee Drool cut some taxes, only for the wealthy;
        I am their Yankee Drool Boy.