One day daddy planted a seed Relying on the perfect pedigree But the titled blood turned out to be A master clod of low degree A boob named George Who ducked and dodged Every challenge thrown his way
It doesn't take long to grasp the trick Of how to twist a fickle truth Or pass the buck and take the fifth In this maze of tangled roots That feed the blather of the evening news
When things go wrong he calls his pop Who calls on God to lead the way Through the wilderness, toward a burning bush Pledging miracles for cheers and praise
In the prickly thicket where he hides Behind a looming family tree Whose shade benights the public eye The stunted hedger cheats and lies He never learned the ABC's Of honesty or subtlety
