Elephant Is Dead (Bush)

So what else happened, man? I’m over in fucking England… and Bush fucking loses! Must have been a secret… It must have been a Secret Service plot to keep me out of the country the night he lost. To protect Bush, you know, his eardrums from shattering when I shriek with fucking laughter. “AAAHHH, HA HA HA HAAAA! It’s dead, it’s dead, the Republican beast is fucking dead! Twelve years of that rampaging Republican fucking elephant beast, finally brought to its knees! (elephant noises) (boom) (elephant noises) (boom) Yes, you’re dead, you fucker, you fuck! You fuck, you’re dead, dead, dead! We hate you, hate you! Now do you know it? Now you feel it? Feel the fucking hate, feel it. Call off your dogs, call your little Vietnamese potbelly Rush Limbaugh back to your fold, you demon fuck. Bring Pat Buchanan back! (dog noises) Call them back, you lost! Finally… the Republican beast elephant brought to its fucking knees.

‘Cause I feel like me and my friends and all the artists in the fucking country were like little Pygmy tribes shooting darts at that elephant for twelve years, and finally… (elephant noises) (boom) Do our little Pygmy dance, “Na na na na na na na na, na na na na…” Yes! (dog noises)