(instrumental intro)

I heard the Bogus POTUS say:
"I'll roll you if you're in my way."
He had to cheat,
To stop defeat.
This creep who smirks does ill again.

We thought 'bout how he's really dumb.
How could he rule his own kingdom?
He's done us wrong,
With his crooked throng.
This creep who smirks does ill again.

A coup d'etat made Bush the head
To do what the right wing had said.
Their hate is strong.
We mock this throng.
This creep who smirks does ill again.

Repeal Bush Hell, and do not sleep.
Our nation is not his to keep.
His throng shall fail,
If we prevail.
This creep who smirks won't kill again.