The pot was empty,

The cupboard was bare.

I said, “Mama,

What’s the matter here?”

She replied, “I’m waitin’ on Bush, son,

Bush, Bush,

Waitin’ on Bush, son.”

The mortgage was due,

There was nothing in the bank.

I asked, “Mama,

What we gonna do?”

She replied, “I’m waitin’ on Bush, son,

Bush, Bush,

Waitin’ on Bush, son.”

Mama got sick,

She had no insurance.

I asked, “Mama,

Where is Bush, mama? 

Where is Bush?”

She replied, “Bush ain’t comin’, son,

Bush, Bush,

Bush ain’t coming.”

2004 Gustavo White