(instrumental intro)

Bush polls come tumblin' down.
Exposed: his lies, so grand.
Wanted Iraq to disarm.
He should have listened to his old man.

He knows he can't cover his error.
His CIA now abused.
It's not too pleasant for his neocons gropin'.
Bush Boy looks dumb, and he's singing... the blu-u-ues...
Ah.... Ah...

'Cause Bush lies 'bout yellow cake sold.
Now he's flogged: impropriety, foul.
The Shrub now rants in the White House:
"I want Iraq war won now!"
Lackeys are scowling that Dems have the goods,
Blunting the lies that Bush told.
Niger's asking Bush to apologize
For lies 'bout yellow cake so-o-old...
Ah.... Ah...

What does Bush think he'll do then?
He's gettin' shot down, it's plain.
He'll chug down a couple of vodka and tonics
To numb his poor brain again.

Sack Bush and get a replacement,
His petty regime runs aground.
Morals? Do Bushies have any?
Shilling for nitwits like Shrub, who's unsou-ou-ound.
Ah... Ah...

'Cause Bush lies 'bout yellow cake sold.
Now he's flogged: impropriety, foul.
The Shrub now rants in the White House:
"I want Iraq war won now!"
Lackeys are scowling that Dems have the goods,
Blunting the lies that Bush told.
Niger's asking Bush to apologize
For lies 'bout yellow cake so-o-old...
Ah.... Ah...