Washington, Washington, six foot eight, weighs a fucking ton. Opponents beware, opponents beware, He’s coming, He’s coming, He’s coming! On a horse made of crystal he patrolled the land, with the mason ring and schnauzer in his perfect hands. Here comes George in control. Women dug his snuff and his gallant stroll. Ate opponents’ brains and invented cocaine. He’s coming, He’s coming, He’s coming! Washington, Washington, six foot twenty, fucking killing for fun. Spread, spread Delaware He’s coming, He’s coming, He’s coming! Sue me if I go too fast but the sons of his opponents wish that he was their dad. Got a wig for his wig, got a brain for his heart, He’ll kick you apart, He’ll kick you apart! He’ll save children but not the British children. He’ll save children but not the British children. He’ll save children but not the British children. He’ll save children but NOT the British children. He had a pocket full of horses, fucked the shit out of bears, threw a knife into heaven and could kill with a stare. He made love like an eagle falling out of the sky, killed his sensei in a duel and he never said why. Washington, Washington, twelve stories high, made of radiation. The present beware. The future beware. He’s coming, He’s coming, He’s coming! Did I mention his four nuts? Well he also had four dicks. If you took off his boot you could see the dicks growing on his feet. I heard that mother fucker had, like, thirty goddamn dicks. He once held an opponent’s wife’s hand in a jar full of acid . . . at a party.
