(instrumental intro)

Foreign lands, Bush doesn't really know.
That's what Condoleeza is for.
So his mistakes won't show,
She'll lie and pick up her boss when he's low.
Russian leader's no rustic,
Unlike Big Oil's toad...

Chorus:
Pooty Poot Poot...
Pooty Poot Poot...
A cute nickname: Bush's game.
The press fell for this poop.
Spinnin' and fumblin'
He'll hide his ratings droop.
Praisin' in earnest, Pooty Poot Poot.

Protests really rankled.
In Europe, called a liar.
Right wing radio's brayin':
"Support Bush, your sire."
You're losin' your shirt, due to Bush's tax ruse.
Republican caper just doesn't make news.
Bush dreads: "There's a lot of people out there who know
I'm a pretender who blows."
Hey, Bush Baby!
Your shallowness shows.

Pooty Poot Poot...
Pooty Poot Poot...
A cute nickname: Bush's game.
The press fell for this poop.
Spinnin' and fumblin'
He'll hide his ratings droop.
Praisin' in earnest, Pooty Poot Poot.

George W's way is:
Ignore what he don't understand.
He thinks that it's okay
To look dumb in foreign lands.

He's now gettin' ready to stake out his place
As the new Dr. Strangelove, startin' a new arms race.
Bush said, "No more civil liberties,
And we'll hunt you down for what you say."
Like Putin, understands
Nothing gets in his way.

Pooty Poot Poot
Pooty Poot Poot
A cute nickname: Bush's game.
The press fell for this poop.
Spinnin' and fumblin'
He'll hide his ratings droop.
Praisin' in earnest, Pooty Poot Poot.