To the tune of “Puff, the Magic Dragon”
John, the hawkish Bolton, loved misery,
And plotted every day and night for war for you and me.
Bibi Netanyahu had his man in John
And fed him cause for waging war against his foe, Iran. Oh,
John, the hawkish Bolton, loved misery,
And plotted every day and night for war for you and me.
John, the hawkish Bolton, loved misery,
And plotted every day and night for war for you and me.
Brothers in destruction, one boat with billowed sail,
But you call out these Zionists, you’re touching a third rail.
The likes of Sheldon Adelson will cut short your career.
So, we have a leadership that lives in constant fear. Oh,
John, the hawkish Bolton, loved misery,
And plotted every day and night for war for you and me.
John, the hawkish Bolton, loved misery,
And plotted every day and night for war for you and me.
Violence lives forever, but not so nation states.
Build a state on treachery, who knows what fate awaits?
If our pols weren’t spineless, and Boltons were no more,
The mouse of an Israeli state would lose its awesome roar.
Perhaps we’d see some decency, with equal rights for all.
The harmony would be restored that few can now recall.
If Bad, Bad Uncle Sam retired into his cave,
His reckless little client state might then at last behave. Oh,
John, the hawkish Bolton, loved misery,
And plotted every day and night for war for you and me.
John, the hawkish Bolton, loved misery,
And plotted every day and night for war for you and me.