Andromeda

Guest blogger: George W. Bush

The President wanted to respond to Neil Young's terribly, terribly accurate attack on a high, high, high-volume blog, so Andromeda graciously decided to give him this valuable real estate:

Sweet Home, The White House

Well, I heard Mister Young sing about me,
Well, I heard ole Neil put me down,
Well, I hope Neil Young will remember,
The President don't need him around anyhow.

Sweet home, the White House!
Where the skies are so blue!
Sweet home, the White House!
Lord, I'm never leavin' you!

Ole Neil Young, well, he's Canadian.
So from this land they'll soon be barred --
Then they'll be worse off than a Cajun
After I cancel his FEMA MasterCard.

In all o' Texas, they love the President --
In New Orleans, well, OK, not so much,
I guess it all depends on what you're sent:
Exxon exec paycheck, or levee breach.

Sweet home, the White House!
Where we only told the truth!
Sweet home, the White House!
Helen Thomas is the flower of youth!
(Sure, that's the truth!)

Now, I can't lower prices with a magic wand,
But ole Neil Young, don't you think I'd do
Whatever I could to hurt an oil friend
Like the Saudi King, Abdullah bin Abdul.
(Abdulaziz!)

Neil Young, I spied on your MacBook,
Yes, I intercepted your telephone,
I changed your picture to a preop,
She fought in a war -- and now she's home!

Sweet home, the White House!
Better than the National Guard!
Sweet home, the White House!
Drunk all day, so my life is hard.
(OK, about the same as the National Guard!)

George W.