(instrumental intro)

Dubya's known a life of privilege,
Only to be known as the... dumb clown.
He doesn't worry,
All his boys tell him "Hurry!
We are here to help!"
Dumb clown!

Just listens to the viewpoints of the rich,
And has no pity
For those live on sidewalks,
Thinks "they're peons from the city."
Power abuse...

The Right's not much brighter fare
The Shrub will get into trouble,
Then they'll tear their hair
He's their dumb clown
They think he's great
He's their dumb clown
Smirk on his face, no cure,
Dumb clown... flunkies inflate W.

(Dumb clown...)

His hangers on won't let his problems surround him
On the TV shows - Dumb clown
He doesn't know much; little space is devoted
In his brain for prose - Dumb clown
The Bush Coup cataclysm of our nation taken over
Those romancing him coo, "We will help the Right's makeover."
Zap him again...

The Right's not much brighter fare
The Shrub will get into trouble,
Then they'll tear their hair
He's their dumb clown
They think he's great
He's their dumb clown
Smirk on his face, no cure
Dumb clown, flunkies inflate W.

(Dumb clown... dumb clown)

(instrumental break)

It's much too kind to say your mind needs help,
'Cause we can't stand you.
You're so dumb, and it's just like you,
Who needs a right wing band to...
Guide you along...

Bush Baby whines, "It's not fair!"
He can't forget all his troubles,
Or foreign affairs, he's a
Dumb clown... forces of hate love this
Dumb clown... cheated to win, he's a
Dumb clown... flunkies inflate W.

(repeat refrain and fade)