I got [G]skeletons in my closet, [G]pestilence in my shoes,
[G]Shadows in my psyche and a-[G7]pocalyptic blues
I got [C]subpoenas that are pending, in-[C]vestigative woes,
[G]Crumbling Constitution, [G]sources undisclosed
I got [D7]fawning little toadies [C7]bailing out in droves
But I'll [G]always have the good advice of Mr. Carl [D7]Rove . . . .
I got [G]hacks that cannot hack it, I got [G]nothing up my sleeve,
[G]Dwindling credibility and [G7]gas you wouldn't believe
I got [C]captains of industry [C]lurking by the throne
[G]Monuments to incompetence [G]daily carved in stone
[D7]Someone find the scapegoats so [C7]look out down below
'Cause I'll [G]always have the good advice of Mr. Carl [D7]Rove . . . .
I got my [G]head up inside the clouds, [G]jackals at my heels
[G]Vetoes in my pocket, and [G7]tunnels made of steel
Don't [C]ask me any questions, don't [C]question what I ask
I've [G]got my own reality, don't [G]burden me with facts
I [D7]got someone to tell me [C7]everything I know
Yes, I'll [G]always have the good advice of [D]Mr. Carl [G]Rove . . . .