(instrumental intro)

Shrub is jeered, and in '04, he'll be gone.
Shrub is jeered, and in'04, he will, will be gone.

Bush and Cheney, we just loathe you.
When we're rid of you,
We will end your mess.
Where you're heading, instead,
To do more harm, which you've dealt.
So unaware of your looney-ness.
No debating there.

Nuclear war, you would start,
If you turn the key.
Block the Shrub, today, quickly!
Shrub is jeered, and in '04, he'll be gone.

You made us loathe you,
And soon in '04, you'll be gone.
Rove's stuffing you
To make you "suitable."
What a laugh! No way!
But we'll soon see Shrub
Start to fall apart
Get burned, and he'll squawk, just squawk away.

Let's rip apart his dreams.
Bush is a fake, and he's a dope.
Look at him now...

Look at him.
See what the dumb fool has done to us.
Look at his face.
See him trying to just keep pace.

Never has made it on his own.
Dick can't leave Shrub all alone.
Hughes makes his words sound so sweet.
Knowing that the Shrub is not too deep.

Dick's heart just can't take too much.
He must be there.
He's the only guy.
He'll fade through wear.

Shrub is jeered, and in '04, he'll be gone.
Shrub is jerred, and in '04, he'll be gone.

You made us loathe you.
And in '04, you'll be gone.
You made us loathe you.
And in '04, you'll be gone.

(repeat last phrase and fade)