From Think Progress
Last night, President Bush “said an early farewell to political Washington,” making his first appearance on the stage of the Gridiron Club of Washington journalists. At the event, Bush sang to the tune of “Green Green Grass of Home” about his upcoming return to Texas:
“And there to meet me is my mama and my papa, down the lane I look and here comes Barney, heart of gold and breath like honey; it’s good to touch the brown brown grass of home.” […]
“For there’s Condi and Dick, my old compadre, talking to me about some oil rich Saudi, but soon I’ll touch the brown brown grass of home.”
“That old White house is behind me, I am once again carefree, don’t have to worry ’bout a crisis in Pyongyang. Down the lane I look, Dick Cheney is strolling with documents he’d been withholding, it’s good to touch the brown brown grass of home.”
Bush called his performance “the first and final performance of George Bush and the Busharoos.” (See the original song lyrics here.)
For those that don't remember the Welsh nightingale Tom Jones singing this check out the last two verses:
Then I awake and look around meI will be glad for the Chimperor to touch the brown, brown grass of home especially if he is in a cell waiting for his final morning....
At four gray walls that surround me
And I realize that, yes I was only dreamin'
For there's a guard and there's a sad old padre
Arm and arm we'll walk at daybreak
Again I'll touch the green, green grass of home
Yes, they'll all come to see me
In the shade of that old oak tree
As they lay me 'neath the green, green grass of home