Send George Bush a Pretzel

Copyright 2002 by Darryl Cherney, Antonia Lamb and Kay Rudin

George was in the White House

Watching his TV

Chewing on a pretzel

And drinking his ice tea

When suddenly he choked and

Passed out upon the ground

There was a bruise upon his cheek

And scratches all around

Chorus:

So send George Bush a pretzel

Send one every day

Send it with best wishes

And send him on his way

Then the secret service came

They took the pretzel in

They kept the pretzel up all night

Interrogated him

The pretzel said I'm innocent

My story you must hear

It wasn't an ice tea he drank

It was an ice-cold beer

Repeat Chorus

The pretzel got a lawyer

>From the ACLU

The media just ate it up

The rumors wildly flew (it's true)

The president responded

In a twisty wisty way

The pretzel is a terrorist

Send him to Guantanamo Bay

Repeat Chorus

Some say that the pretzel

Was sent here from Iraq

Some say North Korea

They know it for a fact

But the pretzel and the president

Are brothers yes they are

No matter what their differences

They both start with PR

Repeat Chorus

Now George said send one dollar

So Afganie kids can eat

But the only thing he sent them

Was a cluster bombing treat

But if you want to feed them

In their starving neighborhood

Send George Bush a pretzel

And do those kids some good

Repeat Chorus

Copyright 2002 by Darryl Cherney, Antonia Lamb, Kay Rudin. PO Box 34,

Garberville, CA 95542. 707/923-4949. ensopro@asis.com

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Judi Bari and Darryl Cherney filed a federal civil rights suit against the FBI and Oakland Police for attempting to frame them in 1990 for "bombing themselves"; the case finally goes to trial on April 8, 2002 in Federal District Court in Oakland, California.

Please come and tell others to help pack the courtroom April 8 - May 24. Federal Courthouse is at 12th & Clay in Oakland.

http://www.judibari.org



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Also: listen to song "Bush It!" at

http://la.indymedia.org/display.php3?article_id=15140

Ever since hearing about the pretzel incident, I keep envisioning seas of banners and posters crying out, "Get that man a pretzel!" I see people joyously dancing, see whole families clapping and rejoicing. And I suppose my wishing him a pretzel will put me onto the FBI's pretzel hit list!