(instrumental intro)

People say he's lazy.
What the hell's he doing?
Last year, ignored all kinds of warnings.
Then terrorists flew in!
But Bush thought, "Things are okay;
Ain't no terrorists in range."
Dubya just gets snappy now,
But he will not take the blame...

Now it drives him crazy;
Three thousand lives were paid.
FBI gave him lots of advice,
Trying to enlighten him.
But Bush told them things were going fine;
Didn't know what would befall.
On vacation, Big Time Dick is the one who runs it all...

Now he's on his ranch,
Watching his bulls run 'round and 'round.
He's in his Crawford hidey-hole.
No longer hiding down below the grou-ound...
On vacation, he did go...

(instrumental break)

Congress asks him questions
About Enron's collusion.
Well, Bush told them there's no problem.
Pitt's his solution.
Well, we shake our heads
And we look at him as if he's lost his mind.
His cronies need not worry,
'Cause they'll never be doing time.

Now he's on his ranch,
Watching his bulls run 'round and 'round.
He's in his Crawford hidey-hole.
No longer hiding down below the grou-ound...
On vacation, he did go...
On vacation, he did go...
On vacation... he did go.