FUZZY MATH by Tom Jensen
(Feist parody of 1,2,3,4)
Voice of George W. Bush speaking:
Well hello little Jenna...this is a song that my daddy used to sing to me...
it's called: fuzzy
math...
Four, three, one, two
So much work we don't wanna do
Three, two, one, four
That's what God made minorities for
This is exactly what my daddy said to me
When I was young he sat me down on his knee
When you're born so insanely rich
There's no reason why you can't be prejudice
Guatemalans came here to cut the grass
For those of us who are high class
While Haitians floated over on a raft
To work at nursing homes wiping grandma's a$$
Columbians grow coffee and sometimes sell cocaine
Those silly little Mexicans love working in the rain
Not sure whatcha call the ones that clean our house
But at least they do something unlike those blacks down south
We were born so insanely rich
Perhaps that's why
we're so prejudice
Eleventeen, three, six, five and eight
Growing up wealthy, white and ignorant
is great
Now tell me daddy... Why'd we really go to war?
So many die... Just what are they fighting for?
He said, "Well honey, think of the world as a great big machine…
That runs off a whole bunch of oil and gasoline…
And you know those sand people can get pretty mean…
That's why we're so glad Dick Cheney's on our team"
We were born so insanely rich
Perhaps that's why we're so prejudice
Eleventeen, three, six, five and eight
Growing up wealthy, white and ignorant is great
Three, four, two, one
And now my song is done