A long long time ago I can still remember How the white house was within my grasp And I knew that if I had some luck I could rent a bus, perhaps a truck head out on the road and kick some ass
but February made me shiver with every straight talk I'd deliver Bad news on the front page Remarks about my old age
I can't remember if I cried When Barack Obama turned the tide With all that talk of Change aside his numbers still refused to die
So bye bye american guy drove his bus around the country straight talk my eye Them good ole boys were thinking this is our guy Singing eight more years will do us just fine eight more years will do us just fine
Were you for the bush doctrine did you vote with bush most every time If the lobbyist tell you so don't you believe in the right to choose If we leave Iraq did we really lose Did it hurt to turn your back on Joe
Well I know that you're in love with her cuz your polls shot up and she caused a stir You both lie to the the press Even lied as you did confess
She was a hockey mom with a 45 Levi's lucky that he's still alive Bristol"s soon a desperate wife the day the vetting died
and we were singin Bye bye American guy one town hall then another packed full of lies them good old boys are thinking this is our guy singing four more years will do us just fine yeah four more years will do us just fine
Now the dollar's weak and the market's down Pakistan is mad, Osama can't be found Course they couldn't even find a wmd When that jester chatted with his small town folks He shook his head and made some awful jokes so many lies even Karl Rove thought good grief
Oh and while the press was lurking round Palin shot the lawyers down troopergate was spurned No verdict was returned And while Gibson shared the Bush doctrine Sarah blundered through some practiced line repeated talking points three times the day her legend died
We started singing by bye my American guy drove his straight talk to the people but the people were sly them good old boys are thinking this is our guy singin four more years will do us just fine Yeah four more years will do us just fine
Helter skelter in a summer swelter folks down south headed for the shelter winds were blowing hard and fast But Ike's spent fury couldn't last still a sad reminder of the recent past the headlines on the papers talked of gas
Now September air was sweet perfume While Bush remained in his oval room He offered up his voice but he never got the choice conservatives tried to play it cool Obama made them seem the fool he talked of hope and the golden rule the day the momentum died
we were singin bye bye my American guy drove his bus to the debates with a dame at his side Them good old boys were drinking whiskey and rye singin this may be the day that we die yeah this could be the day that we die
The conservatives were all in one place trying to keep their poker face they had no time to start again so come on John be nimble John be quick Your eye is twitching with a nervous tic Cuz lying is the right wing's only hand
So we watched them on the center stage Mccain was stiff in a fit of rage No talking points to sell couldn't break Obama's spell The debate went long into the night Republicans concealed their fright the press was laughing with delight the day the campaign died
And we were singin bye bye my American guy drove his bus around this country with a thorn in his side but the good old boy's are drinking whiskey and rye thinking four more years will give us some time yeah four more years will give us some time
Sarah was a girl who couldn't refuse when they told her of the happy news She just smiled and said okay I went down to the corner store Where I drank a bit and maybe swore And then I turned and walked away
In the streets the liberals screamed the Democrats realized their dream but not a word was spoken his spirit all but broken and two guys who refused to boast Keith and Chris then made a toast To Russert who would have smiled the most the day the campaign died
They were singing Bye bye American guy take yourself back to Sedona where it's hot and it's dry them good ole boys are drinking whiskey and rye thinkin this could be the day that we die
they were singing bye bye my american guy take yourself back to sedona where it's hot and it's dry these good old boys are drinking whiskey and rye go on home and kiss the whitehouse goodbye yeah go on home and kiss the whitehouse goodbye