So long, Freedom of the Press

(My apologies to Simon and Garfunkel)

And here's to you, Freedom of the Press
We'll miss you more than you will know (Wo, wo, wo)
God bless you please, Freedom of the Press
We really wish that you would stay
(Hey, hey, hey...hey, hey, hey)

We'd like to know a little bit about Bush for our files
We'd like to help you learn to help yourself
Look around you, all you see are sympathetic eyes
But you seem to be stuck inside their back pocket

And here's to you, Freedom of the Press
We'll miss you more than you will know (Wo, wo, wo)
God bless you please, Freedom of the Press
We really wish that you would stay
(Hey, hey, hey...hey, hey, hey)

Hide it in a hiding place where no one ever goes
Put it in your pantry with your cupcakes
It's a little secret, just the Bushinsons' affair
Most of all, you've got to hide it from the kids

Coo, coo, ca-choo, Freedom of the Press
We'll miss you more than you will know (Wo, wo, wo)
God bless you please, Freedom of the Press
We really wish that you would stay
(Hey, hey, hey...hey, hey, hey)

Sitting on a sofa on a Sunday afternoon
Going to the candidates debate
Laugh about it, shout about it
When you've got to choose
Ev'ry way you look at it, you lose

Where have you gone, Walter Cro-on-kite?
A nation turns its lonely eyes to you (Woo, woo, woo)
What's that you say, Mrs. CNN
Workin Walt has left and gone away
(Hey, hey, hey...hey, hey, hey)