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The Shrub was born with a small brain.
Got away with a small brain.
Still can lie with that small brain, at all opportunities.

His rich friends liked his small brain.
His parents lived with their son's small brain.
His mob loves his small brain.
He gives those right wingers unity.

"Edjamacated" with his small brain.
Heard donors say, "Please us," with his small brain.
He learned to scream with that small brain.
His team has learned what his antics would be.

He still won it all with his small brain.
He still can appall with his small brain.
Installed by coup so foul and made king, with his small brain.
See his small-brained monarchy.

No, we cannot forget: he's no whiz, and he's so dumb.
We cannot forget Bush's hypocrisy.
Yet, Bush has nothing to fear with his small brain.
'Cause Dick won't let him be just what he wants to be... hey!

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Bush really resents a big brain.
He's jealous enough to say:
"Hey, who's that big brain?!"
But his head has got a small brain.
So, he's not up to snuff, you see.

The Shrub was born with a small brain.
He still can breathe with his small brain.
Still can lie with that small brain.
And his followers are Pharisees...

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