Bushman - 'Cause I Got High'

I wasn't gonna score me no dope, to get me high,
I wasn't gonna drive while giggling drunk... I got high.
Man, I wasn't gonna inhale skunk! No, that is a lie!
'Cause I got high,
'Cause I got high,
'Cause I got high.

I coulda been a fighter pilot once, but I got high.
A big chief in the National Guard, but I got high.
Now - man! I couldn't fly a kite, and I know why:
- 'Cause I got high,
'Cause I got high,
'Cause I got high.

I wasn't gonna campaign for Pres, but I got high.
I can't fix a whole sentence together, 'cause I got high.
Now I ain't no better than that pothead Clinton, hope you know why:
'Cause I got high,
'Cause I got high,
'Cause I got high.

I was gonna sign Kyoto, I swear, but I got high,
I was gonna clean my cowboy act up, but I got high.
It was a slight ambitious misjudgment, and I know why:
'Cause I got high,
'Cause I got high,
'Cause I got high.

I was gonna bomb Pyongyang, I said, high as the sky.
Show those slit-eyed commies who's da boss, but I got high.
Now bombs are gonna wipe ME out, and I know why
- 'Cause I got high,
'Cause I got high,
'Cause I got high.

I was gonna slip my Johnson to Laura, but I got high.
I was gonna make the earth move for her, but I got high.
Now Tony Blair's sitting on my lap - I know why:
'Cause I got high,
'Cause I got high,
'Cause I got high.

I guess I'm gonna stop toking dope, tell you why:
I'm gonna kick my brown-nugget drugs habit, if I die.
When I'm impeached and I'm washing dishes, hope you know why:
- 'Cause I got high,
'Cause I got high,
'Cause I got high.

Gee! I buggered-up the whole world, 'cause I got high
On copious blow, I lost the plot, 'cause I got high.
Now I'm piped off my stoopid face giggling... I know why:
- 'Cause I got high, 'cause I got high, 'cause I got high,
'Cause I'm high, 'cause I'm high, 'cause I'm high.

Many, many core voters in America now feel, in President George Walker Bush, is in fact, a testament to this view. An ignorant, top-rank moron... no question!

Tony Blair, full of lies,
Thine days are numbered;
Why don't thee just sod right off, huh?
Go home, you smug, flash bastard!
War? Madness!
How we pray
For Labour's death at the election.
One more month! Reform!

Peter 'Mandy' Mandelson - by Tony Blair

How I wept! I had to sack you twice;
The power-vacuum wasn't very nice!
Savagely you were daily mauled,
Again 'The Prince of Darkness' the media called,
Why this stupid fuss over your home?
And what a trauma, my empty Dome!

No monkey... Hartlepool image? Not for you!
I know, only Bohemian Notting Hill could do.
A weekend sipping Chardonnay,
Gay night-life, Brazilian hideaway,
While I'd slum it in Islington...

Mandy!
When you came to embody New Labour,
I gagged you, sent you to Belfast,
Oh, my Mandy!
The Hindujas you helped get dodgy passports?
I mean, what can I say?
Oh, I'm a dimwit, Mandy!

A High Commissioner in my Eurozone,
Again I hope you won't forget old Tone.
Why, I hope that we can make amends,
I guess we are guaranteed always friends,
My wife, undying love she sends,
To you and young Reinaldo...

Oh, my Mandy!
What damaging megalomania!
Like me, a slippery snake!
My Mandy!
Underhand, undignified, kinky,
Yet again on the make!
Oh Mandy!
Hey, my good mate Mandy!