And here's to you, Mister President
Sleaze is how you won four years ago
(Rove Rove Rove)
What's up your sleeve, Mister President?
Martial law if things don't go your way?
(way way way, way way way)

You'd like to know a whole lot more about us for your files
You'd like Iraq to burn to suit yourself
Look around you, all you see are sycophantic eyes
Stroll around the grounds, they soon won't be your home

And here's to you, Mister President
Sleaze is how you won four years ago
(Rove Rove Rove)
What's up your sleeve, Mister President?
Martial law if things don't go your way?
(way way way, way way way)

Cheney's in a hiding place where no one ever goes
Listen to him panting as his pace-makes
It's a little secret place like Doctor Evil's lair
Most of all, you've got to hide it from the press

The world you screw, Mister President
Foreign leaders wish that you would go
(go go go)
"Why don't you leave, Mister President?"
That's what every head-of-state would say
(say say say, say say say)

Standing at a podium, your scripted words you croon
Losing to John Kerry in debate
Laughing at you, razzing at you
On November Two
Kerry's gonna win and you will lose

It's time for John, Kerry and Edwards
Our nation turns our hopeful eyes to you
(you you you)
What's that you say, Mister President?
Martial law on this Election Day?
(day day day, day day day)