Words and music copyright 1997 by Steve Brooks

Memory wraps our checkered past
In a golden haze.
Thus it is, the worst of times
Become the good old days.
So let's recall a president
Who had the common touch,
And dedicate this library
To George Herbert Walker Bush

It's got Tomahawks and Patriots.
A bomber and a Scud.
It's got photos from the fairways
Of his favorite country club.
It's got the Studebaker
He drove all the way to Texas.
The boy was really roughing it -
He didn't have a Lexus.
You'll get a Bush League lesson in our history,
At the kinder, gentler Presidential Library.

They're locking up our libraries
For lack of ready cash.
But when it came to George's case
They came up with the scratch
To show the golden baseball glove
He used to wear at Yale,
And all the wit and wisdom
Of vice president Dan Quayle.
You'll see the word "potato" spelled with an "e"
At the kinder, gentler, Presidential Library.

But you will not see a statue
Of a child without a home,
His buddy Noriega
Or a closed savings and loan.
And it's really quite amazing
That in spending all those millions,
They couldn't find a picture
Of a dead Iraqi civilian.
There's a thousand points of darkness that you will not see
At the kinder, gentler, Presidential Library.