(instrumental intro)

Polls suck at home; I'm bidin' time.
Though I failed at oil biz, this throne is mine.
But if things don't get better, selling new wars sets me free.
Though I don't know what to do, neocons want me.
Neocons want me.

I lied 'bout yellow cake and got a war for me.
It's been three long years; my foes still taunt me.
Though lyin' and still fibbin', Bush fans vote for me.
Look tough, hear me cuss; I won't be a wuss.
Put no blame on me.
So what? I lied 'bout yellow cake and got (and got a war) a war for me.

"Conniver!" world screamed at me.
But I really couldn't care, 'cause I don't see.
Protestors should get prison; Ashcroft, throw away the key.
A lie 'bout yellow cake uranium got war for me.
My war, I sold with ease...

I lied 'bout yellow cake and got a war for me.
It's been three long years; my foes still taunt me.
Though lyin' and still fibbin', Bush fans vote for me.
Look tough, hear me cuss; I won't be a wuss.
Put no blame on me.
So what? I lied 'bout yellow cake and got (and got a war) a war for me.

(instrumental break)

Now the whole damned world is jeering...
'Cause they don't believe in me...
My lie 'bout yellow cake still got a war (still got a war) for me.
They're dumb at home...

Eat your yellow cake, and vote for me...
Eat your yellow cake, and vote for me...
Eat your yellow cake, and vote for me...

(fade)