(instrumental intro)

He's a one-trick phony.
One trick is all that Shrub can do.
He does one trick only.
Oil's his criminal source of revenue.
And when he f**ks up in the spotlight,
You can feel the beat of his heart
Coming whining through.

See how he dances?
See how he sweeps questions aside?
See how he prances?
His haughty moves just seem to hide
He's just a one-trick phony (that's all he is)
But to turn that trick, he lied.

What makes him look so sleazy?
He looks unclean.
He thinks he's God's immaculate machine.
He doesn't think about
Any harm from his mistakes
From this dumb jerk and his commotion,
Through his bag of tricks, he fakes;
Bamboozles you this very day.
One-trick phony.

He's a one-trick phony.
Businesses failed; he cannot lead.
His MBA's baloney,
'Cause he cut taxes to serve greed.
He's got one trick to last a lifetime.
But that's all this phony needs (that's all he needs)

What makes him look so sleazy?
He looks unclean.
He thinks he's God's immaculate machine.
He doesn't think about
Any harm from his mistakes
From this dumb jerk and his commotion,
Through his bag of tricks, he fakes;
Bamboozles you this very day.

One-trick phony...
One-trick phony...
One-trick phony...
One-trick phony...
One-trick phony (takes you for a ride)
One-trick phony...