A Man Named George [sung to the tune of the Beverly Hillbillies], by Lee from Mountain View

Come listen to my story 'bout a man named George, rich yankee cowboy from north o' Rising Gorge. Born in a power family richer than God..... George come ta think, uh, Heavenly nod.

Divine, that is. Omnipotent. The Man.

First thing ya know, ol' George's a millionaire, from bankrupt comp'nies, and we're not sure just where. So he slandered Ann Richards and he bought a Texas twang..... made himself the governor and he watched them heathens hang!

Swing, that is. Death penalty. Faye Tucker.

Ol' George got bored dispatchin' one by one, said "I think I'll bring the Holy one." Gained the Oval Office with Pa's Supreme Court nominees..... and endless, endless money from extraction industries.

Mining, that is. Strip mining. Clearcut.

One day some religious nuts went gone to hell and ape. Former business partners, it left us all agape. But not Ol' George, who clearly saw for what it was, a better distraction than a chain saw buzz.

Distracting, that is. Loud. Hard to concentrate.

Now our country's fighting foreign wars again. Our soldiers kick some butt and then we wonder when, the natives will love us seeing what we are, the only game in town with a pretty low bar.

For us, that is. Easy, breezy. Born on third base, you know what I mean?