Transcript/Lyrics … President Bush sings The Brown Brown Grass of Home his rendition of The Green Green Grass of Home
Funny and sad at the same time …
it’s good to touch, the brown, brown grass of home
You’re all gonna miss me
the way you used to quiz me
it’s good to touch, the brown, brown grass of home
I spend my days, clearing brush
I clear my head of all the fuss
the {inaudible} you made over Harriet and Brownie
down the lane I look, and here comes Scooter
finally free of the prosecutor
it’s good to touch, the brown, brown grass of home
and then I wake and look around me
at the oval walls that surround me
and I realize that I was only dreamin’
whether it was Condi
and Dick, my old compadre
talking to me about some oil rich Saudi
but soon, I’ll touch, the brown, brown grass of home
Yes, you’re all gonna miss me
the way you used to quiz me
but soon, I’ll touch, the brown, brown grass of home
don’t have to worry
down the lane I look, and Cheney’s strollin’
with document, he’s withholding
but soon, I’ll touch, the brown, brown grass of home
Yes, you’re all gonna miss me
the way you used to diss me
but soon, I’ll touch, the brown, brown grass of home