FRIENDS IN HIGH PLACES

(Parody of “Low Places” by Garth Brooks)

Blame it all on my roots.  My blood is blue.  I’m a President’s son.

But, I like taking jogs and playing with dogs and getting out of Washington.

I can’t explain policy and I don’t like to read.  The newspaper ain’t that great.

But, don’t pick me to lose because I’m a dude you can’t misunderestimate.

Cause I got friends in high places where the ivy grows, and the Court places me

Head of State because that’s my fate.

Well, I squint my eyes and make silly faces.  I wear cowboy boots because they don’t have laces.

I got friends in high places.

Well, my history is a mystery in the 1970s.

The whiskey flowed, and I powdered my nose,

But that never stopped me from finding my keys.

I was owner of The Rangers.  We lost more games than we won.

But, I’m not the same.  Even people change who don’t believe in evolution.

Cause I got friends in high places and that includes the Lord Jesus.

Yeah, I grew up rich ‘cause I’m a son of a Bush.

I was never good at social studies so I sat next to my smart buddies.

Yeah, I got friends in high places.