Iím the Decider
(sung to the tune of ďIím a BelieverĒ)

I thought White House life was just a fairy tale
Meant for Dad or Jeb but not for me
Barely got through college
Hung around in pubs
Traded Sammy Sosa to the Cubs 

Chorus:
Then I stole the race
Now Iím the Decider
Not a trace of WMDs
But so what?  Iím the Decider
I donít know why thereís  Congress at all 

Iím the one who always gets to make the call
Just as long as Cheney says I can
I was slow to catch on
But I learned my place
When he shot his lawyer in the faceÖ 

Yeah I learned my place
Now Dickís the DeciderÖ
Not a trace of WMDs
But so what?  He's the Decider
I donít know why thereís a congress at all 

 

 

Lyrics by John Flynn © Flying Stone Music

 

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