We cowered in terror and hid 'neath our beds
In a foetal position curled
For just two hours on Saturday Dick Cheney was running the world
Dick Cheney was running the world
We prayed to all our various gods to see us through this fix
On Saturday for two hours the finger on the button was Dick's
The big itchy finger was Dick's
President Dubya had it easier under blissful anaesthesia
With a camera up his bum, it's alright for some!
He's ok, they found no tumours, and do not believe the rumours
Most malicious and unfair that they were looking for his brain up there
But while W snored with his nethers explored unconscious and content
We chewed our nails warily as temporarily Cheney was President
Dick Cheney was president