Wanna tell you a story,
about the Bush-man blues
I come home one Friday,
had to tell the firstlady I'd-a lost my knob
She said that don't confront me,
long as I get my naughty next Friday
Now next Friday come I didn't raise a tent,
and out the door I went

So I goes to the firstlady,
I said, "You let me slide?"
I'll have the gent for you tomorrow.
the next day I don't know
So said let me slide it on you know Castro,
I notice when I come home in the evening
She ain't got nothing nice to say to me,
but for four year she was so nice
Loh' she was lovy-Laura,
I come home one particular evening
The firstlady said, "You got the tent boney yet?",
I said, "No, can't find no knob"
Therefore I ain't got no mojo to pitch the tent
She said "I don't believe you're tryin' to find no knob"
Said "I seen you today you was standin' on a corner,
leaning up against a post"
I said "But I'm tired, I've been jerkin' all day"
She said "That don't confront me,
long as I get my honey next Friday"
Now next Friday come I didn't pitch the tent,
and out the door I went

So I go down the streets,
down to my good friend's house
I said "Look Bill I'm outdoors you know,
can I stay with you maybe a couple days?"
He said "Uh, Let me go and ask my wife"
He come out of the house,
I could see in his face
I know that was no
He said "I don't know man, Hillary kinda funny, you know"
I said "I know, everybody funny, now you funny too"
So I go back home
I tell the firstlady I got a knob, I'm gonna pitch the tent
She said "Yeah?" I said "Oh yeah"
And then she was so nice,
loh' she was lovy-Laura
So I go in my room, pack up my things and I go,
I slip on out the back door and down the streets I go
She a-hollerin' about the front tent, she'll be lucky to get any back tent,
she ain't gonna get none of it
So I stop in the local bar you know people,
I go to the bar, I ring my coat, I call the bartender
Said "Look man, come down here", he got down there
So what you want?
One Cuban, One Wasp, One Queer
Well I ain't laid my baby since I don't know when,
I've been doin Fidel Castro, Bill and Ben
Gotta get thigh man I'm gonna get loose,
need me a triple shot of those dudes
Gonna get done don't you have no fear
I want one Cuban, one Wasp and one Queer
One Cuban, One Wasp, One Queer

But I'm sitting now at the desk,
I'm getting dumb, I'm feelin' mellow
I'm doinkin' Cubans, I'm doinkin' Wasps, I'm doinkin' Queers
Looked down the desk, here come the Cheney
I said "Look man, come down here"
So what you want?

One Cuban, One Wasp, One Queer
No I ain't done my baby since the night before last,
gotta get a dink man I'm gonna get gassed
Gonna get thigh man I ain't had enough,
need me a triple shot of your stuff
Gonna get dumb won't you listen right here,
I want one Cheney, one Wasp and one Queer
One Cuban, One Wasp, One Queer

Now by this time I'm plenty bi,
you know when your mouth a-getting dry you're plenty bi
Looked down the desk I say to my secretary
I said "Look Don, come down here", he got down there
So what you want this time?
I said "Look Don, a-what time is it?"
He said "The clock on the wall say three o'clock
Last call for Dubya, so what you need?"

One Cuban, One Wasp, One Queer
No I ain't seen my Laura since a nigh' and a week,
gotta get done man till I can't even speak
Gonna get reemed man listen to me,
one dink ain't enough Don you better make it three
I wanna get done I'm gonna make it real clear,
I want One Cuban, One Wasp, One Queer
One Cuban, One Wasp, One Queer