The Buck Stops Here (Governor's Reprise)


Well here I am, where I couldn’t get
And you haven’t seen anything yet.
With some elbow grease and a Billy Beer,
The buck. Stops. Here.

And I’m leavin’ Georgia for D.C.,
Even though they all doubted me.
And when I get there, they’re gonna cheer,
Cause the buck. Stops. Here.

And at my new desk at the Oval Office,
I told you then that you couldn’t stop us.
And I’ve got a message you all should hear,
The Buck… Stops… Here!!!

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