you walk into the room and your chin falls on the ground
johnny's with latisha n frankie's with yvonne
that's Inter-racial Dating! there's things bein' passed around!
you search your pockets for your cell phone
you're gonna call Operation Tips and then your Senator
aren't you, Bob Jones

you walk into the pressroom, grin and hairpiece pasted on
you step up to the microphone and say Is this On
you recite your apology but we all know it's a con
your career, it's clear, has been shot
racism's acceptable but Crowin' about it ain't
goodbye, Mr. Lott

you're in with Skull and Crossbones, you've done cocaine and Yale
you got an oil company and a football team on your Daddy's shirttail
you've been governor of Texas, you've fried people in jail
it's always been very dangerous to snub ya
and now you think you're the most powerful person in the world
don't you, Mr. Dubya

the weapons makers oil polluters and their corporations
backed your campaign with millions in donations
and the Supreme Court stole you the election
and now you're threatenin' ministers and kings
but everyone knows who's pullin' the strings
that give you that chickenhawk Get Saddam erection

you walk up to the microphone and say again It's Either Or
you intone the fateful words that unleash the Last World War
this has all been set up by powers bigger than you many years before
all it needed was one final little push
and you're doin' it but you don't have a clue to the Horror you're unleashing
do you Mr. Bush