Mrs. Cheney 

Mrs. Cheney, open up forbidden doors
Strap on the leather
Haven't you heard we've gone to war?
I'm deploying the army today,
We've got time before I hide away,
Put your tail in my big strong hands
I know that war makes you twitch inside,
You love rub me so much when the bombs do fly, 
As you whip out the spermicide
I guess I won't go to whores no more

Mrs. Cheney, little girl gonna give me some,
Even if I gotta
Take all my heart meds to shoot my gun
Johnny Jingo juices begin to flow
And my patriot is packed to blow
Don't you give me a fast joy ride
As bombs go off in a distant land, 
I'll spill my seed no more by my own hand, 
And I might cry if an enema's planned
But then I won't go to whores no more
Won't go to whores, no
Said I won't go to whores no more

Wear my boys out with your forearms
'Til I droop when you pour on the charm,
'Cause I must hide when they sound the alarm
And so I won't go to whores, said I won't go to whores,
Know that I won't go to whores no more