Oh the truth is just such a bore
We should hide it from the light
Just a camera has Michael Moore
Wish he'd keep it out of sight

When Wolfowitz sucked his comb for
Spit shine beauty upon his head
Nasty footage has Michael Moore
Wish that somehow, someday he'd end up dead

Bombs in Iraq, it sure looked gory
Lots of bodies, countless lives
Someone's showing things we ignore
Could that someone be Mike we spite

From a fish boat, to a golf course swinging low
A vacation is going down
You know that real work is for suckers though
You can make a large bet that Dubya's out of town

Our friends the Bin Ladens, they split the scene babe
After giving to all the Bush's theri cash
All Saudis got out free and clear
Don't you suppose our boy he did something rash

Old KBR, Halliburton, sweetheart deals
Found this war nice, lotsa profit too
They all jumped in, with so much feeling
That old Dubya, like his Daddy, he's good for you

And with Scalia, fully behind me
Come down hard, jack, I know I can't lose
When I throw out, your civil liberties babe
It's an offer, you can never refuse

We got Donald Rumsfeld, Dick Cheney slaying that EPA
And terror alerts, building up your fear
All the fat cats, in control now
FAUX News is the only truth that you should ever hear

Oh Micheal Moore, leave us alone, if you only, know what's good for you

When Bush sat there, so dumbfounded
Wish he'd had his flight suit then
You better shred your notes and call up FAUX
Because Michael's still around