Mr. Bill

It’s been one year
Conservatives you fear
You’ve done nothing
I think you need a beer
You had the master plan
Millions of stoner fans
Just don’t inhale
You told ross to go eat shit
You told george your sick of it
Just don’t inhale
One day you’re young and glad
Next day you’re as old as dad
What’s up with that health care
Eased everyone’s scare
I still can’t get over your hair
What’s up with that?
Time’s up mr. bill
Your crusty daughter gives me the chills
She looks like she was incested
Your wife’s got bigger balls than you